Come along, my dear, the time is growing near.
We'll have to walk down where the field is overgrown.
Consumption's claimed his life and we dare not miss the sight
Of the train carrying Jimmie Rodgers home.
Well, we had some hard times these last few years,
Lost the farm, almost lost our spirits, too.
Yeah, but it's the strangest thing; when we heard that man sing,
Oh, we knew somehow we'd make it through.
I can hear that whistle blow; that old train's a-movin' slow.
Sounds like it's cryin' for that singing brakeman, too.
Back to the sunny south he'll go, and he'll never roam no more,
Here's the train, oh hold me close, oh, sweetheart, do.
Come here, my little one, let me hold you up.
Want you to remember this day when you are grown,
How your mama and your dad were so proud and so sad
Watching the train carrying Jimmie Rodgers home.
Chorus
There goes the train carrying Jimmie Rodgers home.
Oh-de-lay-ee, Ay-dee, oh- oo
