Letras
Oh I had to quit railroading, we didn't agree at all
There was always something wrong with the Southern Cannonball
I once loved a maiden, she was fair and tall
Her father was the engineer on the Southern Cannonball
She promised that she would wed me in the merry month of June
And go to the magic island to spend our honeymoon
At last my dreams were shattered when she put me off with a stall
She said the whistle was broken on the Southern Cannonball
I loved this girl sincerely, so I fixed the whistle back
The next thing she told me, the caboose is off the track
For days and nights I labored to get it back with the train
And all was ready for the highball, the bell refused to ring
I fixed the bell in a jiffy and called for Preacher Don
Who married us in an old boxcar for the train refused to run
