Текст песни Bill Haley & His Comets - Chattanooga Choo Choo

Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga Choo-choo?
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 n'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 Choo-choo,
Won't you choo-choo me home.
Chattanooga Choo-choo,
Won't you choo-choo me home.