Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo
Right on track twenty-nine
Boy, you can give me a shine
I can afford
To board a Chattanooga Choo-Choo
I’ve, i’ve, i’ve got my fare
And just a trifle to spare
You leave the Pennsylvania station ’bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine and then you’re in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner: nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistles blowing eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep a-rollin’
Woo-woo, Chattanooga, there you are
There’s gonna be
A certain party at the station
In, in satin and lace
I used to call ’funny-face’
She’s gonna cry
Until I tell her that I’ll never roam
So, Chattanooga Choo-Choo
Won’t you choo-choo me home
