462 coming down the line

Steaming like a kettle

And the suckers on time

Waiting at the station with a friend of mine

Got in with him she left me behind

Sweet corn shuck and boil

All my life been trouble and toil

Working like a dog on the old railroad

Sweet corn shuck and boil

Miss Molly Miss Molly she took me in

With a halfway glance and a cigarette grin

Cornbread hair and a sapphire chin

Never loved nothing as much as gin

Froze my bones on the corner pass

Drinking liquor and smoking grass

Got a bad head and a cold in my chest

By the time they found me I was damn near dead