Meanwhile, I will be doing fine
I hear the sound of a railroad train
Put me in my box on the 309
Stand back children, it's a 309
Write me a letter, sing me a song
Talk about luck, well, I got mine
On the 309, on the 309
Put me in my box on the 309
Till I hear the whistle of the 309
It will take me higher than a Georgia pine
Put me in my box on the 309
Well, I'm not the crying nor the whining kind
Draw my bath water, sweep my yard
A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn
The whistle blows and I'm gone again
Ain't felt this good since jubilee morn
Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow
Has me comin' down like the 309
Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine
Blow an electric fan on my gnarly old head
Then load my box on the 309
Tell me all about it, what I did wrong
Of the 309, of the 309
On the 309, on the 309
I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my journey now
On the 309, on the 309
Take me to the depot, put me to bed
Hey sweet baby, kiss me hard
It's a 309, it's a 309
Then load my box on the 309
