Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
Right on track twenty-nine
Boy, you can gimme a shine
I can afford
To board a Chattanooga choo choo
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 an' eggs
In Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowin'
Eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee
Is not very far
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, woo, Chattanooga
There you are
There's gonna be
A certain party at the station
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?
