The Cannon-Ball

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

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

My baby left me, she even took my shoes,
Enough to give me the doggone worried blues,
She is gone, she's solid gone.

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.