Well, I'm walking
down to Georgia,
six strings on my back
Forty thousand lonesome crossties
and a cold steel double line track,
la, la, cold steel double line track
There's a 40 -car freight
about a mile ahead,
loadin' on water and coal
Hear the brakeman yell,
there's a railroad bomb
to the Cairo jail, you'll go,
poor boy, Cairo jail, you'll go
I picked peaches out in Fresno,
California,
boys, carried rocks for
the Texarkana Dam
And I've learned that trouble
and hunger, Lord,
Are the lot of a ramblin' man, poor boy,
The lot of a ramblin' man.
Got a two -dollar bill
and a quarter and a dime,
My guitar is all I own.
Yet tomorrow I'll be leavin'
this yellow brick jail,
I'll be laughin' in free and gone,
Lord, yes,
Laughin' in free handgun
Cause I'm walkin' down to Georgia
Six strings on my back
Forty thousand lonesome cross ties
And a cold steel double line track,
poor boy
Cold steel double line track
And a cold steel double line track,
lord, lord
Cold steel double lined