| Lyrics: | (c) i was born in dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little old shanty by a (g7) railroad (c)
track,
The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby,
And a freight train whistle taught me (g7)
how to (c) cry.
Chorus:
(c) i've got the freight train blues, lordy, lordy,
lordy,
Got 'em in the bottom of my (d7) ramblin' (g7) shoes,
And (c) when that whistle
blows, i've gotta go, (c7)
(f) oh! lordy! (c) guess i'm never gonna (a7) lose,
The
(d7) mean old (g7) freight train (c) blues.
(c) now my pappy was a fireman and my mammy
dear,
Was the only daughter of an (g7) en-gin- (c) eer,
My sister married a brakeman and it
ain't no joke,
Now it's a shame the way she keeps a (g7) good man (c) broke.
Chorus:
(one word changed, that whistle, to, the whistle.)
(c) i've got the freight train blues, lordy,
lordy, lordy,
Got 'em in the bottom of my (d7) ramblin' (g7) shoes,
And(c) when the whistle
blows, i've gotta go, (c7)
(f) oh! lordy! (c) guess i'm never gonna (a7) lose,
The (d7) mean
old (g7) freight train (c) blues. |
