Come along my dear,
The time is drawing near,
We'll have to walk out
Where the field is overgrown.
Consumption has claimed his life,
And we dare not miss the sight,
Of that train carrying Jimmie Rodgers home
Well, we've had some hard times
These last few years
Lost the farm -
Almost lost our spirits, too
But it's the strangest thing
When that man began to sing
Well we knew -
We knew somehow we'd make it through
Well, I can hear that whistle blow,
That ole train is rolling slow,
Sounds like it's crying for the Singing Breakman, too.
Back to the Sunny South he'll go,
And he'll never roam no more
Here comes that train
Oh hold me close, Oh Sweetheart dear
Come here my little son,
And let me hold you up,
You'll remember this day when you are grown,
How your Mamma and your Dad,
Were so proud and so sad
Watchin' that train carrying Jimmy Rodgers home
Well, I can hear that whistle blow,
That ole train is rolling slow,
Sounds like it's crying for the Singing Breakman, too.
Back to the Sunny South he'll go,
And he'll never roam no more
There goes that train
Carrying Jimmie Rodgers home.