I thought I heard that Pea Vine when she blow
I thought I heard that Pea Vine when she blow
She blow just like she won't be back no more
That mean old fireman, a cruel old engineer
That mean old fireman, a cruel old engineer
They took my baby, road a way from here
I ain't got no money, boys, I can't ride the train
I ain't got no money, I can't ride the-
But I'm leaving, baby, leaving just the same
I thought I heard that Pea Vine when she blow
I thought I heard that Pea Vine when she blow
She blow just like she won't be back no more
