Writer L. Wolfe Gilbert
Railroad
train, railroad train, hurry some more;
Put a little steam on just like
never before.
Hustle on, bustle on, I've got the blues,
Yearning for my
Swanee shore.
Brother if you only knew, you'd want to hurry up, too.
(Refrain:)
Down yonder, someone beckons to me,
Down yonder, someone
reckons on me.
I seem to see a race in memory
Between the Natchez and
the Robert E. Lee.
Swanee shore, I miss you more and more;
Ev'ryday, my
mammy land, you're simply grand
Down yonder, when the folks get the
news,
Don't wonder at the hullabaloo.
There's Daddy and Mammy, there's
Ephram and Sammy,
Waitin' down yonder for me.
Summer night, fields of
white, bright cotton moon ?
My, but I feel glad I'm gonna see you all
soon!
'Lasses cakes mammy bakes,
I taste them now.
I'll see my sweetie
once more,
There's lots of kissing in store.
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