Let It Rock The Georgia Satellites

Well, in the heat of day, down in Mobile, Alabama
I'm workin' on the railroad with a steel-drivin' hammer
I gotta get some money, buy some brand new shoes
Gotta find somebody take away my blues
Well, she don't love me when I'm singin' in the sun
Payday's comin' when the work is all done

Well now, late here in the evening, when the sun is sinkin' low
All day, I've been waitin' for that whistle to blow
Sitting in a teepee, built right on here on the tracks
Rolling them bones until the foreman comes back
Pick up your belongings, boys, and scattere about
We've got an off-shedule train comin', two miles out

Everybody's scrambling and a-runnin' around
Picking up their money, tearing the teepee down
Foreman wants to panic, 'bout to go insane
Trying to get the workers out the way of the train
Engineer blows the whistle, loud and long
Can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on

"Bye-bye Johnny"
Well now, she drew out all of the money of Southern Trust
And put her little Johnny on a greybound bus
Leavin' Louisiana for the golden west
Drowned in the tears from her happiness
Her own little son, named Johnny B. Goode
Gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood