In the evening of the day down in Mobile, Alabama,
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer.
Gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes,
Gotta find somebody to lose these blues.
"She don't love me" hear me singing in the sun,
She better leave me 'til my work is all done.

In the evening of the day, when the sun is sinking low,
All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow.
Sitting in a teepee built out on the track,
Rolling bones 'til the [bad word] back.
Pick up you belongings boys and scatter about,
We've got an off-schedule [bad word] #39; two miles out.

Everybody's scrambling [bad word] around,
Picking up their money, take the teepee down.
Foreman wants to panic, 'bout to go insane,
Trying to get the workers out the way of the train.
Engineer blown his whistle loud and long,
He can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on.