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In the heat 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 make some money to buy some brand new shoes |
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Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues |
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"She don't love me," hear them singing in the sun |
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Payday's coming, and my work is all done |
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Later in the evening, 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 right on the tracks |
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Rolling them bones until 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, about |
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Everybody's scrambling, running around |
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Picking up their money, tearing 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 blows the whistle, loud and long |
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Can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on |
