Monday morning waiting on a freight train

I can hear that whistle blowing

My old lady tried to stop me

But I told her I had somewhere to go

Engine forty nine she took me down the line

Back to New Orleans where the women taste like wine

Sweet song singin New Orleans lady

Dancing on the barroom floor

She makes living so easy

I ain't got to work my days any more

Engine forty nine she took me down the line

Back to New Orleans where the women taste like wine

Poker playing and gypsies

Go together like the bird in the sky

One is always drinking whiskey

Neither stays in one place till the day that they die

Engine forty nine she took me down the line

Back to New Orleans where the women taste like wine