Bobcat tracks in the snow
Tell me mister bobcat where is
Well the cocaine habit is mighty bad
It's the worst old
To Winnipeg, Saskatoon
Eutaw, Wawa, empty room
Hidin' bags, rollin' smokes
Skipp
Well, I swear your perfume, baby
Is made out of turnip
Well if you want it God's got it
I hear the crying of the hungry
In the deserts where
James River blues
I just heard the awful news
I could steer
While the traveling through this big iron world
It'll sometimes ask
Well don't you never let no woman rule your mind
Don't
Well she drug me down
Tossed me round
Slammed my name all
Chug-along, chug-along, like the old Virginia Creeper,
Down among the Mountain
Now there once was a union maid, she never was