I'm sailin' sailin',

Place I've never seen

That's way down south,

Sweet 'ol New Orleans

'Cause my hometown friend treat me awful mean

If I could holler, Yeah holler

If I could scream and cry,

It hurts me so

When I look up in the sky,

'Cause my friends turn their heads,

As they pass me by

Now it's rainin', It's rainin'

The wind's blowin' cold,

Lord I thought I heard

My train whistle blow,

Now I'm gonna sail so far

'Till I won't be back no more

Pardon me, pardon me,

It's so hard to stand

I ain't got no money,

Uncle Sam has called my name

Now there's not a soul,

To give me a helpin' hand


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