My mama told me, my papa told me, too
Now my mama told me, papa told me, too
Well, I wouldnt be here trying to sing these railroad blues
Wish I had a-listened, oh, to what my mama said
Wish I had a-listened, oh, to what my mama said
Well, I wouldnt be here trying to sleep in this cold iron bed
Mister jailer, go away now, dont tell me no lies
Mister jailer, go away now, dont tell me no lies
Well, my trains going down, shes rolling down the line
Well, I went to the depot, never got there on time
Well, I went to the depot, never got there on time
Well, the trains going down, shes rolling down the line
Well, my mama told me, my papa told me, too
Well, my mama told me, papa told me, too
Well, I wouldnt be here trying to sing these railroad blues
Wish I had a-listened to what my mama said
Wish I had a-listened to what my mama said
Then I wouldnt be here trying to sleep in this cold iron bed
Try not to push, theres people up here who are visibly shaken. So if everybody in the back would kinda like step back a pace or so, actually the sound is best about thirty feet out from the stage anyway, you can hear the P.A. and all that. So, uh, you know, consider those squashed in front, there but for the grace of God and all that