Went up on Lookout Mountain
As far as I can see
I was lookin’ for the woman made a monkey
out of me.
I come down to the depot
In time to catch a cannonball
Got the blues.... Chattanooga
I won’t be back ‘til late next fall.
Down in Memphis
On East Main Street
I was watching everybody that I chance to meet.
I saw my sweet daddy
Coming round a flat
He was dressed in a tailor made suit
And a John B. Stetson hat.
Daddy Sweet Daddy
I know you’re gonna quit me now
But I don’t need no daddy no how.
Oh it’s trouble, trouble
Is all I ever find
Goin back – Johnson City
Ought to worry you off my mind.
Down in Nicaragua
As far as I could go
Are the darnedest bunch of soldiers that you
ever saw.
On the Tennessee River
Down below the lock and dam.
I been lookin’ for my good gal
Thinkin’ she might be Miss Brown.
Down in Johnson City
For hospitality
Are the finest bunch of people
in the State of Tennessee.
I’m tired – of roamin’ this way
Goin back – Johnson City
I’ll go back and stay some day.