I`m sailin, sailin
Place I`ve never seen
That`s way down south
Sweet old New Orleans
Cause my hometown friends
Treats 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 em 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 man
Now there`s not a soul
To give me a helpin hand