for weary weeks i've waited and hoping for the best

but blues will make me ramble

and the rails are leading west

i'm feeling awful lonesome pleasure i can't find

i'm leavin' you mean mama

just to worry you off of my mind

that old gang kindly whispers

just fall in line and smile

mean mama haunts me and i crave the peace of mind

i don't know where i'm going

i'm feeling kind of queer

i've been from several places

and i'm going to be from here

seems there's something missing

there's feelings in my breast

i crave to cover a distance

so mean mama give me rest

i hear the rails a singin'

the sky is clear and blue

i'm goin' to leave you mama

when the train comes rolling through

no money in my pocket

i'm loping around so flat

and soon i'll be strolling down that railroad track

and when i'm miles away

riding all the while

i'll think of you mean mama

i'll think of you and smile

the old lady lady you're the lady