He started as a water boy on his daddy's railroad gang
He loved to listen to the way the old black bluesmen sang
The magic rubbed off on him, he was picking his guitar
He wrote song about the southern sky and the windswept prairie stars
He dreamed about the day when all the folks would know his name
On that New Orleans and North Eastern Jimmie Rodgers rode a train
He had to quit the railroad when he caught that old TB
He heard about a record man up in Bristol, Tennessee
August 27th it was a roaring time
But the great depression changed the world in 1929
But he entertained the people and it helped them with their pain
Traveling across the country, Jimmie Rodgers rode a train
He sang 'bout old love letters the day before he died
The last blue yodel sounded like a lonesome whistle cry
Yodlee ayy hee
Somewhere down below that Mason-Dixon line
The singing brakeman was about to take that long last ride
But he was running out of track through the Mississippi rain
Back home to Meridian, Jimmie Rodgers rode a train
Back home to Meridian, Jimmie Rodgers rode a train