462 coming down the line
Steaming like a kettle
And the suckers on time
Waiting at the station with a friend of mine
Got in with him she left me behind

Sweet corn shuck and boil
All my life been trouble and toil
Working like a dog on the old railroad
Sweet corn shuck and boil

Miss Molly Miss Molly she took me in
With a halfway glance and a cigarette grin
Cornbread hair and a sapphire chin
Never loved nothing as much as gin

Froze my bones on the corner pass
Drinking liquor and smoking grass
Got a bad head and a cold in my chest
By the time they found me I was damn near dead