I was a brakeman out on the Texas Line | |
I was a brakeman out on the Texas Line | |
Never had the blues | |
I was happy all the time. | |
Met a pretty Mama, from San Antonio | |
Met a pretty Mama, from San Antonio | |
She had big blue eyes | |
That would knock a groundhog cold. | |
She said she loved me, trusted her like a fool | |
She said she loved me, trusted her like a fool | |
But I soon found out | |
That she broke the Golden Rule. | |
Then one bright night, the moon was a-shining down | |
Then one bright night, the moon was a-shining down | |
And I caught my two-time | |
Mama turning her Daddy down. | |
I’m through with women, no more gals from me | |
I’m through with women, no more gals from me | |
Gon’t to hop a freight | |
Back to good old Tennessee. |
I was a brakeman out on the Texas Line | |
I was a brakeman out on the Texas Line | |
Never had the blues | |
I was happy all the time. | |
Met a pretty Mama, from San Antonio | |
Met a pretty Mama, from San Antonio | |
She had big blue eyes | |
That would knock a groundhog cold. | |
She said she loved me, trusted her like a fool | |
She said she loved me, trusted her like a fool | |
But I soon found out | |
That she broke the Golden Rule. | |
Then one bright night, the moon was ashining down | |
Then one bright night, the moon was ashining down | |
And I caught my twotime | |
Mama turning her Daddy down. | |
I' m through with women, no more gals from me | |
I' m through with women, no more gals from me | |
Gon' t to hop a freight | |
Back to good old Tennessee. |
I was a brakeman out on the Texas Line | |
I was a brakeman out on the Texas Line | |
Never had the blues | |
I was happy all the time. | |
Met a pretty Mama, from San Antonio | |
Met a pretty Mama, from San Antonio | |
She had big blue eyes | |
That would knock a groundhog cold. | |
She said she loved me, trusted her like a fool | |
She said she loved me, trusted her like a fool | |
But I soon found out | |
That she broke the Golden Rule. | |
Then one bright night, the moon was ashining down | |
Then one bright night, the moon was ashining down | |
And I caught my twotime | |
Mama turning her Daddy down. | |
I' m through with women, no more gals from me | |
I' m through with women, no more gals from me | |
Gon' t to hop a freight | |
Back to good old Tennessee. |