[Spoken: Interviewer & Mississippi John Hurt]
Tell you what you might do, that uh, play the, uh, "Let the Mermaids Flirt With Me" except use the old original words: sing "Waiting for a train."
Sing "Waiting For a Train?"
Yea, you remember most of that, don't you?
Well I can't yodel
[Both laugh]
I can't do that
I'm not sure I'd want to hear you!
[Both laugh]
You're right! It'd be worse than breaking up [?]
Eh, in other words, just, let it be the [?] no reason to worry
All around the water tank leakin' in the rain
Thousand miles away from home waiting for a train
I walked up to the brakeman, I asked for a line of talk
He says "If you got money man I will see that you don't walk"
"I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show"
"Get off, get off you railroad bum," he slammed the boxcar door
Put me off in Texas, place I dearly love
Wide open spaces all around me, moon and stars up above
There's no one seem to care me, either lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco, I'm goin back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
Thousand miles away from home waiting for a train
Tell you what you might do, that uh, play the, uh, "Let the Mermaids Flirt With Me" except use the old original words: sing "Waiting for a train."
Sing "Waiting For a Train?"
Yea, you remember most of that, don't you?
Well I can't yodel
[Both laugh]
I can't do that
I'm not sure I'd want to hear you!
[Both laugh]
You're right! It'd be worse than breaking up [?]
Eh, in other words, just, let it be the [?] no reason to worry
All around the water tank leakin' in the rain
Thousand miles away from home waiting for a train
I walked up to the brakeman, I asked for a line of talk
He says "If you got money man I will see that you don't walk"
"I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show"
"Get off, get off you railroad bum," he slammed the boxcar door
Put me off in Texas, place I dearly love
Wide open spaces all around me, moon and stars up above
There's no one seem to care me, either lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco, I'm goin back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
Thousand miles away from home waiting for a train
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