Railroadin’ and Gamblin’ Uncle Dave Macon

What your mammy am told you, six months ago
Keep on your coat and hat, be ready to go

Oh, railroadin' and gamblin'
Pickin' up chips for mammy
Lord, Lord, Lord

Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud
Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Been in the statehouse, been in that hall
Been in that courthouse, the worst place of all

Oh, railroadin' and gamblin'
Pickin' up chips for mammy
Lord, Lord, Lord

Said that preacher, God, ain't that a sin
Johnny, get your whiskers cut, here comes the wind

Lord, that preacher, God, ain't that a sin
Johnny, get your whiskers cut, here comes the wind

Cars on the roadside, cars on the track
Spent all my money, no way to get back