Southern Cannonball

I had to quit railroading we 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 poppa he was the engineer on the Southern Cannonball

She promised she would wed me in the merry month of June

And go to the magic island to spend our honeymoon

Alas my dreams were shattered when she put me off with a 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 caboose is off of the track

But days and nights I labored to get it back with the train

Always ready for my highball when the bell refused to ring

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

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

We made our home in a boomer shack out under the southern sky

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