[]Oh, listen to the train coming down the line, trying to make up []all of her lost time, from Buff[]alooo...[] to Washing[]ton. []You can wash my jumper starch my overalls, catch the train []they call the Cannonball, from Buff[]alooo...[] to Washing[]ton. []My baby's left me, she even took my shoes, enough to give a man these [] doggone worried blues, she's []gone... [] she's solid [] gone. [G]Yonder comes the train coming down the track, carry me away, but it [C]ain’t gonna carry me back, my honey [G]babe...[D] my blue eyed [G] babe. [G] I'm going up north, I'm going up north this fall, if luck don't change [C] I won’t be back at all, my honey [G]babe.... [D] I'm leaving [G] you.