Southern Cannonball

I had to quit rail rollin' and it didn't agree at all

There was always something wrong with the Southern Cannonball

I once loved a maiden she was fair and tall

Her pa he was the engineer on the Southern Cannonball.

She promised she would wed me and we married in the month of June

And go to the magic island to spend our honeymoon

At last my dreams were shattered when she put me off of the stall

She said the whistle was broken on the Southern Cannonball.

I loved this girl so dearly so I fixed the whistle back

The next thing she told me was the cabooses off of the track

But days and nights a labored to get this back off of a train

Always ready for my highball when the bell refused to ring.

I fixed the bell in a jiffy and I called the preacher done

Who married us in the old boxcar for the train refused to run

We mede our home in a boomer shack I loved that southern sky

And we rocked the baby to sleep each night by a train whistle lullaby...