Hand Me
Hand me down, my walking cane
Hand me down, my walking cane
Hand me down, my walking cane
For I gotta catch that train
And all my sins are taken away
Oh, hand me down, my ball of corn
Hand me down, my ball of corn
Hand me down my ball of corn
And I'm gonna get drunk
as sure as you were born
And all my sins are taken away
Gonna get drunk and get in jail
I'm gonna get drunk and get in jail
I'm gonna get drunk and get in jail
I need somebody to come to my bail
All my sins are taken away
If I'd have listened to what my mama said
If I'd listen to what my mama said
If I'd listen to what my mama said
I'd still be home in my feathered bed
All my sins are taken away
Here comes a man across the field
Here comes a man across
that field
Here comes a man across
that field
He's kickin' up dust like an automobile
All my sins are taken away
Hand me down my walking cane
Hand me down my walking cane
Before I got to catch that dream
All my sins are taken away
Hand me down my walking cane
I'm gonna catch,
I'm gonna catch that dream
Hand me down my walking cane,
I'm going to catch the train...