I was riding number 9, heading south from Carolina. I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow. Got in trouble, had to roam, left my girl, left my home. I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow.
Just a kid, acting smart, I went and broke my baby's heart. I guess I was too young to know. They took me off that Georgia Main and locked me to a ball and chain. I heard that lo-onesome whistle blow.
All I do is sit and cry as the evening train goes by. I heard that lonesome whistle blow. I'll be locked here in this cell till my body's just a shell and my head turns whiter than snow. I'll never see that girl of mine 'cos I'm in Georgia doing time. I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
I'll be locked here in this cell till my body's just a shell and my head turns whiter than snow. I'll never see that girl of mine 'cos I'm in Georgia doing time. I heard that lonesome whistle blow.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
