Special Streamline-Bukka White

Hey Dad, I'm sorry to leave my home Mm-mm-mm Lord, Lord, Lord, Lordy She heard that 8:30 local blowing that Morning. She hadn't rid the train in a good while She thought it'd have that Special Streamline She heard at 8:30 local when she is coming To the line, declared up for that Streamline Blowing like this She said, 'Daddy, is that my train? I say, I ain't keeping up with the train time I'm tryin-a make a few dimes She dropped her head went to singing An crying: It's alright how you turn me down Mm-mm-mm I ain't got a dime After she called for a ticket She heard this Special Streamline Going 36 miles from Memphis, Tennessee Make ya lonesome now 'Cause I hobo myself, sometimes Man asks her, 'Where the other train? She told him she didn't know If she heard a bell she could tell him all about it As she dropped over that hill And stopped off in the valley She heard the bell begin to toll like this 'Make a sound like a church bell toll Before she got to that ten mile tunnel She blowed and throw'd on the airbrakes Airbrakes! When she got to that ten mile tunnel She was getting close She was tippin cars on automatic switch Getting her water and coal on the fly You could hear her when she was striking That double iron like this When she run 'cross the last one She squalled in This girl looked out an seen that train She commenced to singing an crying 'Hey, dad I don't wanna leave' Mm-mm I believe I'll lose my mind When that train got a little closer Down to New Orleans, she went around That curve, you would hear her When she's blowing like this The people's always standing at the station Lying there to see that train come in You would hear her when she squalls Boy, ev'rywhere but here