Текст песни
Ridin' on that trouble train this mornin'
Bound for the edge of the world last night
Pullin' this old rusty chain behind me
Lord, they ain't treatin' this old boy right
They ain't treatin' this old poor boy right
Pickin' up the crumbs I dropped in Frisco
On my way to Springfield, goin' home
Then like a watch, I stopped in Barrow
The people here cut me to the bone
The people here cut me to the bone
Never would have stopped down here in Jackson
Had it not been for a woman, Annabelle
Be a-lyin' in a patch of sun in Springfield
Instead of this old Barlow County jail
Instead of this old Barlow County jail