I'm sailin' sailin',
Place I've never seen
That's way down south,
Sweet 'ol New Orleans
'Cause my hometown friend treat 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 me 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 name
Now there's not a soul,
To give me a helpin' hand
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