Trouble that I'm In

I went down to Nashville

Rode that L&N

I'd seen that pretty gal standin' there

Dropped/brought my tongue down to my chin

Cause she's so fine

I was right on time

She took me down to 2nd street

She said "I'll be right back"

I waited there for seven weeks

Then got back on the track

And now we're through

And I'm so blue

Oh no, the trouble that I'm in

Good times are over I got whiskers on my chin

And there's a long lonely road, boys

I'll be travellin'

So long, tell my troubles to the wind

Way down south in Louisville

They showed me to the door

They hadn't seen a railroad bum

Since 1924

Its a rich folk's town

They don't need me 'round

The police came and got me

They took/dropped me way downtown

Guilty for this vagrancy

And now I'm prison bound

Up on the hill

In Louisville

Oh no, the trouble...

If you're ever in Birmingham

You know where I'll be found

Standin' in line at the CCC

Signin' my name down

On the dotted line

Puttin' in my dime

So put away your whiskey boys

Throw down your gamblin' cards

Quit sellin' that corn liquor boys

And sleepin' in freight yards

In every town

They'll run you down

Oh no the trouble that I'm in...