Pardon me, boy Is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo Right on track twenty-nine Boy, you can give me a shine
I can afford To board a Chattanooga Choo-Choo I’ve, i’ve, i’ve got my fare And just a trifle to spare
You leave the Pennsylvania station ’bout a quarter to four Read a magazine and then you’re in Baltimore Dinner in the diner: nothing could be finer Than to have your ham and eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistles blowing eight to the bar Then you know that 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 In, in satin and lace I used to call ’funny-face’
She’s gonna cry Until I tell her that I’ll never roam So, Chattanooga Choo-Choo Won’t you choo-choo me home