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Hi there Tex, what you say?
Step aside partner, it's my day
Bend an ear, and listen to my version
Of a really solid Tennessee excursion

Pardon me boys, is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo?
Yes, yes, track twenty-nine, hey would you give me a shine?
Can you afford to board Chattanooga Choo-Choo?
I got my fare and just a trifle to spare

You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four
You read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
And then to have your ham an' eggs in Carolina

When you hear the whistle blowing into the bar
Then you now the Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep a rollin'
Woo-woo Chattanooga there you are

There's gonna be a certain party at the station
Satin and lace, I use to call funny face
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
She's gonna cry until I promise that I'll never, never roll
So Chattanooga Choo-Choo won't you choo-choo me home?

(Chattanooga Chattanooga)
All aboard
(Chattanooga Chattanooga)
Get aboard
(Chattanooga Chattanooga)

Chattanooga Choo-Choo won't you choo-choo me home?
(Chattanooga Choo-Choo)
Let's dance