I'm Going to Take the Train to Charlotte

Oh, take the train to Charlotte

Oh, take the train on time

Take the train to Charlotte

For to see that gal of mine

I was young and foolish

Made up my mind to marry;

Fell in love with a blonde-head gal;

Sho' enough we married

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Hadn't been married [more than] about two weeks

She got mean as the devil;

Every time I'd smile at her

[She'd] Knock me in the head with a shovel

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Washed my clothes in old soap suds

Filled [Peeled?] my back with switches

Let me know right from the start

She's gonna wear my britches

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Hadn't been married [more than] about two months

Decided we'd better be parted

She bundled up her little duds

And down the road she started

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[If] Ever I marry no more at all

It'll [not] be for love nor riches;

I'll marry a little girl tow feet high:

She can't wear my britches!

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