i'm sailin'

i'm sailin'

sailin'

place i've never seen

that's way down south

sweet ol' new orleans

cause my hometown friend treats 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

'til 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 lend me a helpin' hand