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There's a train that leaves from Chicago
Yes, it leaves at 11:09
Sixteen eighty-eight would buy me a ticket
I ain't got a dime
No, I ain't got a dime

I left home just a young man
Seeking my fortune and fame
Things have gone bad, not a break have I had
Oh, what a crying shame
Oh, what a crying shame

Now I found me a job washing dishes
Sixteen eighty-eight is my goal
When I get my pay I'll be on my way
But for now it's pan, pots, and bowls, poor boy
Now it's pan, pots, and bowls

Now the wind blows cold in Chicago
Soon the snow will be flying, you see
I hope that I can be back home in Tennessee
Back home in Tennessee

My homefolk will be glad to see me
I can see the tear in mom's eye
I can hear dad say, "Son, welcome home
You've been gone too long, my boy
You've been gone too long"