I'm sailin, sailin
Place I've never seen
That's way down south
Sweet old New Orleans
Cause my hometown friends
Treats me awful mean
If I could holler, yeah holler
If I could scream and cry
It hurts me so
When I look up in the sky
Cause my friends turn their heads
As they pass em by
Now it's rainin, it's rainin
The wind's blowin cold
Lord I thought I heard
My train whistle blow
Now I'm gonna sail so far
Till I won't be back no more
Pardon me, pardon me
It's so hard to stand
I ain't got no money
Uncle Sam has called my man
Now there's not a soul
To give me a helpin hand
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