I jumped this fast mail rambler,Lord I almost went a-flyin'
I caught this fast mail rambler, and I almost went a-flyin'
I said hurry, engineer man, for my pigmeat mama is dyin'
Yes I go to the telephone, and I pull the receiver down
Yes I go the telephone, pull the receiver down
"Hello, Central, won't you please ring Doctor Brown?"
"Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do?
Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do?"
Says, "Your girl ain't dyin' but she's done gone dead on you"
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