On the corner, ‘round the depot

Every elbow at the bar

Every kid out in the cotton

Drinking whiskey from a jar

Waiting for an invitation

Wonder if you’ve got the time

To break a little bread before you head on down the line

Pumping gas and pouring juleps

Putting too much time away

Can’t get it back, and that’s a fact

Just like the bones of yesterday

You caught every conversation

Soaked up every drop of wine

Guess you’re gonna take what you can get on down the line

CHORUS

Down the line, down the line

Rolling like a cannonball up through the pines

Tennessee, she’s calling sweet

Only place that’s left for me is down the line

Up in Mobile at the station

No one payin’ any mind

Got one eye up on the signal

And the other back behind

Now they tell me New York City

Puts it all to shame somehow

And that golden shore is waitin’ for me down the line