FIRST TRAIN HEADIN¡¯ SOUTH
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I didn't know my baby loved me so
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Until that letter come to let me know
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Now I pack my bags and then I'll go
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And catch the first train I see heading south
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If I got this letter in Idaho
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Where snow's so deep it wouldn't let me go
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I'd went hog wild and melted all that snow
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And caught the first train I saw heading south
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If I got this letter in Iowa
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Nothing in this world could make me stay
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I'd grab my hat and then been on my way
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And caught the first train I saw heading south
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I didn't know my baby loved me so
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Until that letter come to let me know
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Now I pack my bags and then I'll go
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And catch the first train I see heading south
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[ guitar ]
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I didn't know my baby loved me so
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Until that letter come to let me know
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Now I pack my bags and then I'll go
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And catch the first train I see heading south
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If I'd got this letter in Ohio
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With a busted back two arms and broken toe
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There'd be no hesitation I would go
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And catch the first train I saw heading south
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But I got this letter up in Maine
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You can bet your bottom dollar I feel the same
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Every clickety clack of drivers call her name
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As I ride this first train I caught heading south
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I didn't know my baby loved me so
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Until that letter come to let me know
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Now I pack my bags and then I'll go
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And catch the first train I see heading south
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First Train Headin' South
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| Johnny Horton |
