Lyrics

Goin' down the depot Believe it, I'm on time If I don't catch the fast mail I'm gonna ride the blind Well-a, my gal is a highborn lady (Little dark, but not too shady) 'Long the line, they can't outshine That highborn gal of mine Sittin' on the platform A thousand miles from home Studying 'bout them good times What are done passed and gone Well-a, my gal is a highborn lady (Little dark, but not too shady) 'Long the line, they can't outshine That highborn gal of mine Nashville is a pretty town Ol' Memphis is a beauty If you wanna see them pretty girls Just hop to Chattanooky Well-a, my gal is a highborn lady (Little dark, but not too shady) 'Long the line, they can't outshine That highborn gal of mine Last year was a good crop year Rose near a damn tomater [?] Daddy didn't raise no cotton and corn But Lawd-Lawd potaters My gal is a highborn lady (Little dark, but not too shady) 'Long the line, they can't outshine That highborn gal of mine