I'm comin' over See me down at the station By the lane With my hands in my pocket Jingling a wish coin That I stole from a fountain That was drowning all the cares in the world When I get older Climbin' up on the back porch fence

I've got rambling I've got rambling all on my mind Is to leave my baby 'Cause she treat me so unkind I'm going down to the station Catch that old first mail train, see I got mean things all on my mind I got the blues 'bout miss so and so And her son's

I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Run, run, run, run. If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform,