Im 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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