Farmer Joe, I’m the meanest woman, you know
Got a date with the town shoe maker you know, baby you know
Baby, there’s a train whistle coming
Once it was alright, alright, baby
Give my bags and let the good wind blow
She said, "I can’t wait for your cornfields to grow, baby to grow"
Running from the mind reader, run baby, run
Farmer boy, get your gun and run, run, run
Woman you know
Farmer boy, get your gun, run, run, run, run, run, run
Baby, there’s a train whistle coming
Whoa, baby, whoa baby, give my bags and let the good wind blow
Farmer boy, get your gun, run, run, run
I let you slide about an hour ago, now
Give my bags and let the good wind blow
Fire, flames of gold rush my mind
Once it was alright, alright, baby
Sock it to the railroad, baby
Farmer boy, get your gun, run, run, run
Fire, flames of gold rush my mind
Like a son of a gun from love
I’ve got to see about a man I know
