All aboard!
That big eight wheeler movin' down the track
Means your true lovin' daddy ain't a-comin' back
And I'm a-movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You're flyin' too high for my little old sky
And I'm a-movin' on
Mister Engineer, take your throttle in hand
Don't you know you're taking me to Dixieland?
Keep a-movin' me on, I'll soon be gone
You're flyin' too high for my little old sky
And I'm a-movin' on
Well, come on you people give a listen to me
Let me tell you my troubles in Tennessee
There's no hesitation, they're sweeping the nation
And this golden rock is gonna take my blues away
While Madame Azonga was a-doin' the conga
In a little cabana in old Havana
The people in 'Frisco was a-doin' the tango
We were playin' rhythm to the boogie off an old guitar
Mister Engineer, take your throttle in hand
Don't you know you're taking me to Dixieland?
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