Tekst
Big Four blowed this morning at the break of day
Big Four blowed this morning at the break of day
And it sounds so lonesome 'cause it taken my baby away
Big Four Big Four, won't you please turn your train around?
Big Four Big Four, won't you please turn your train around?
Because here I sit all down and out, with my head hung down
I tried to be as good to that woman as one man could be
I tried to be as good to that woman as one man could be
And I mean it's a shame, the way she went and left poor me
Yes I'm down and out, ain't got no money to ride no train
Yes I'm down and out, ain't got no money to ride no train
But I'm going to find my good gal, and bring her back home again
Please Mr brakeman, won't you let a poor man ride your blinds?
Please Mr brakeman, won't you let a poor man ride your blinds?
I'm just trying to make it, back to that gal who is worrying my mind
