Monday morning waiting on a freight train   I can hear that whistle blowing   My old lady tried to stop me   But I told her I had somewhere to go   Engine forty nine she took me down the line   Back to New Orleans where the women taste like wine      Sweet song singin New Orleans lady   Dancing on the barroom floor   She makes living so easy   I ain't got to work my days any more   Engine forty nine she took me down the line   Back to New Orleans where the women taste like wine      Poker playing and gypsies   Go together like the bird in the sky   One is always drinking whiskey   Neither stays in one place till the day that they die   Engine forty nine she took me down the line   Back to New Orleans where the women taste like wine