Now freight train keeps rolling and leaves a riding to be

There's folks in Natchez that I'm longing to see

The wide cotton's growing and the magnolia's in bloom

Just ten miles from Natchez that's where I'll be making my home

Got a lettter from sister she said they miss me at home

The farm is neglected cause papa can't work at the loam

Now they held this mailing mama's hair's turning grey

Just ten miles from Natchez and I'll be back with them to stay

[ dobro ]

I wanted to ramble you know how a young boy would dream

Off to Chicago searching for fortune and fame

Spent many long nights with the hoboes down by the track

Homesick in Natchez and too much proud to go back

I went to Alaska searching the mountains for gold

I might have stayed but the winters there are so cold

Went down to old Frisco work on the docks for a while

I was doing all right till this bound freight caught my eye

Just ten miles from Natchez that's where I'll be making my home