Oh, listen to the train coming down the line
Trying to make up all of her lost time
From Buffalo to Washington

You can wash my jumper, starch my over-haul
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 it going to carry me back
My Honey Babe, my blue eyed Babe

My baby's left me, she even took my shoes
Enough to give a man these doggone worried blues
She's 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