Standard (EADGBE)
Oh, listen to the train coming down the line,
trying to make up all of her lost time,
from Buffalooo... to Washington.
You can wash my jumper starch my overalls,
catch the train they call the Cannonball,
from Buffalooo... to Washington.
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.
Yonder comes the train coming down the track,
carry me away, but it aint gonna carry me back,
my honey babe... my blue eyed babe.
I'm going up north, I'm going up north this fall,
if luck don't change I wont be back at all,
my honey babe.... I'm leaving you.