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In the evening of the day down in Mobile, Alabama, |
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Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer. |
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Gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes, |
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Gotta find somebody to lose these blues. |
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"She don't love me" hear me singing in the sun, |
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She better leave me 'til my work is all done. |
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In the evening of the day, when the sun is sinking low, |
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All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow. |
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Sitting in a teepee built out on the track, |
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Rolling bones 'til the foreman comes back. |
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Pick up you belongings boys and scatter about, |
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We've got an off-schedule train comin' two miles out. |
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Everybody's scrambling and running around, |
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Picking up their money, take the teepee down. |
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Foreman wants to panic, 'bout to go insane, |
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Trying to get the workers out the way of the train. |
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Engineer blown his whistle loud and long, |
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He can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on. |
