Railroadin' & Gamblin'

What your mammy told you, six months ago

Keep on your coat and hat, be ready to go

Railroadin' and gamblin'

Pickin' up chips for mammy

Lord, Lord, Lord

Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

I been in the statehouse, been in that hall

Been in that courthouse, the worst place of all

Railroadin' and gamblin'

Pickin' up chips for mammy

Lord, Lord, Lord

Said that preacher, God, ain't that a sin

Johnny, get your whiskers cut, here comes the wind

Lord, that preacher, God, ain't that a sin

Johnny, get your whiskers cut, here comes the wind

Cars on the roadside, cars on the track

Spent all my money, no way to get back

Railroadin' and gamblin'

Pickin' up chips for mammy

Lord, Lord, Lord

Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud

Oh, railroadin' and gamblin'

Pickin' up chips for mammy

Lord, Lord, Lord