Pullman Porter Blues

I came back from California. A guitar and a dream

I tried to go to Texas, but she was through with me

So, I’m stuck in Louisiana eatin’ cornbread and greens

Fell into the arms of a voodoo queen

Who put a spell on my money and made it disappear

Her note said “I love you honey but it’s hot out here”

I picked up that old guitar and went down to Jackson Square

Singin’ for my supper but nobody seemed to care

Fat man in the corner eatin’ shrimp and grits

Sticky-faced kid flat throwin’ a fit

I asked a toothless old gypsy if she’d read my palm

Bad news baby but, ooh, you ain’t got long. You ain’t got long

Pullman porter at the end of the line

Share a little wisdom and your homemade wine

He said if I was you and you was me

I’d put down some roots and grow a family tree

Put down some roots and grow a family tree

If I was you and you was me

I’d put down some roots and grow a family tree

Got a call from Amarillo, a girl I used to know

She said she thinks about me since she broke up with her beau

Rememberin’ the good times and the fun we had

To see my face would sure make her glad

I know it sounds desperate. I know it sounds broken

But come tomorrow mornin’ I’m on that first train smokin’

Oh, pullman porter at the end of the line

Share a little wisdom and your homemade wine

He said if I was you and you was me

I’d put down some roots and grow a family tree

Put down some roots and grow a family tree

If I was you and you was me

I’d put down some roots and grow a family tree