Im sailin sailin,
Place Ive never seen
Thats way down south,
Sweet ol new orleans
cause my hometown friend treat 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 me by
now its rainin, its rainin
The winds blowin cold,
Lord I thought I heard
My train whistle blow,
Now Im gonna sail so far
till I wont be back no more
pardon me, pardon me,
Its so hard to stand
I aint got no money,
Uncle sam has called my name
Now theres not a soul,
To give me a helpin hand