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Well, early one Monday morning about half past four
I run blues out of my window and trouble out of my back door
You better iron my jumper, rub out them overalls
I'm gonna ride the train they call the Cannonball
First stop it make is stopping in Sweet Bowling Green
Next time it blow it blowing for New Orleans
You better iron my jumper, just rough dry them overalls
I'm gonna ride the train they call the Cannonball
Well, all right
Now Mary had a little baby, she called him Jim, Jim, Jim
Told him in the spittoon and told him to swim, swim, swim
I told her to iron my jumper and just rough dry them overalls
'Cause I gotta go
I'm gonna ride the train they call the Cannonball
Baby, tell me what make you like to go holler and cry
Stop me every time I come passing by
You better iron my jumper and just rough dry them overalls
I'm gonna ride the train they call the Cannonball
Well, all right
I thought my baby was over in New Orleans
When I found out later she was in Sweet Bowling Green
So you better iron my jumper, rub out them overalls
I'm gonna ride the train they call the Cannonball
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