I'm sailin' sailin',
  Place I've never seen
  That's way down south,
  Sweet 'ol New Orleans
  'Cause my hometown friend treat me awful mean
  If I could holler, Yeah holler
  If I could scream and cry,
  It hurts me so
  When I look up in the sky,
  'Cause my friends turn their heads,
  As they pass me by
  Now it's rainin', It's rainin'
  The wind's blowin' cold,
  Lord I thought I heard
  My train whistle blow,
  Now I'm gonna sail so far
  'Till I won't be back no more
  Pardon me, pardon me,
  It's so hard to stand
  I ain't got no money,
  Uncle Sam has called my name
  Now there's not a soul,
  To give me a helpin' hand