Teksty:
Flatt E Scruggs

Now everybody calls me Bo I got no money but all my row Some folks say I'm just a no good kind I can ride for miles in an old boxcar Smoke cigarettes

Well, I had the blues But now they?re gone I?m on a big black freight train And we?re movin' on I?m on a big black train and I?m movin' on I?m on a big

Clyde Barrow told Bonnie Parker hon we're broke now so you better get your gun Tell a driver put this Marmon in high you're gonna take another ride with

Come through ol' Nashville come through a flyin' Studded bout my little darlin' couldn't keep from cryin' Honey babe I'm bound to ride don't you wanna

Can't you hear the whistle of my big spike hammer Lord it's busting my side I've done all I can do to keep that woman happy Still she's not satisfied

I received the letter you wrote dear In which you said you'd wait for me I'm asking you to please not to wait dear It will only ruin your life I see

See the engine puffing, boy she's making time That old trains wearing out the rail, rail, rail Heading for the mountain that she's got to climb Bringing

There's a cabin in the pines in the hills of Caroline And a blue-eyed girl is waiting there for me I'll be going back someday and for her I'll never stray

I wonder if I'll ever forget you And if our love that's true ever dies I can't forget the kisses you gave me Or memories of your two baby blue eyes