Walkin' Down The Road

Well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head

Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed

Sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine

Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand

Walked up to the window like a natural born man

Said, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time

(Choo-choo, choo-choo)

Lord, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time

Well, these two dollar shoes, Lord, they hurt my feet

But that fifty-cent liquor, well, it could not be beat

And I see no reason, reason to be sad, no

'Cause I'm goin' where them cold, cold winds don't blow

Where the streams and rivers, Lord, they all run slow

Ain't no use in cryin', cryin' over what you had, Lord, ain't

Lord, ain't no use in cryin', cryin' over what you had

Well, I'm walkin' down the road with my hat on my head

Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed

Sun is shinin' on me and you know it sure feels fine

Lord, I made it to the station with my suitcase in my hand

Walked up to the window like a natural born man

Said, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time

(Choo-choo, choo-choo)

Lord, I sure do hope that choo-choo train runs on time