Back to Barton Springs

Traveling on that rail, leaving New Orleans Traveling on that rail, goin' back to Barton Springs Don't you blow that whistle, else you'll make me moan Like that cold-rolled chisel, scratched my naked bone Traveling on that rail, leaving New Orleans Traveling on that rail, back to Barton Springs Don't you blow that whistle, else you'll make me moan Like that cold-rolled chisel, scratched my naked bone Traveling on that rail, leaving New Orleans Traveling on that rail, back to Barton Springs Don't you blow that whistle, else you'll make me moan Like that cold-rolled chisel, scratched my naked bone Traveling on that rail, bound for New Orleans Traveling on that rail, leaving Barton Springs Won't you blow that whistle, I don't think I'll atone For the gin that fizzle, and the, sweetly sung trombone