Lyrics
Busted flat in Baton Rouge
West Virginia,
With a dollar in my hand.
I'm sittin' in a railway station,
waiting for a train,
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place
I'm going to.
Take me home,
where the music's playing,
Home, where the deer and the antelope play,
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans.
Where I'm bound I can't tell.
But the good times there'll all gone,
And I'll follow the sun.
And then I looked around me,
At those grey walls that surround me,
And Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've looked at love from both sides now.
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
Well it's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
The answer my friend,
Is blowing in the wind,
And rockabye sweet baby Jameso
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