Oh, listen to the train coming down the line,
trying to make up all of her lost time,
from Buffalo to Washington.

You can wash my jumper starch my overalls,
catch the train they call the Cannonball,
from Buffalo to
Washington:

My baby's left me, she even took my shoes,
enough to give a man these doggone worried blues,
she's gone,
she's solid gone.

Yonder comes the train coming down the track,
carry me away, but it ain't gonna carry me back,
my honey babe,
my blue eyed babe.

I'm going up north,
I'm going up north this fall,
if luck don't change
I won't be back at all,
my honey babe,
I'm leaving you.