Whiskey on a southbound
Bound for Angel Town
Let those diesel engines pull me down
Broke-down man at the station house
Crying from his head to his hands
Lord, it makes me wonder what she said
She said I have the strangest kind of innocence
I'm gonna ask her exactly what that means
She said her mother likes me
And I think I trust them both
And she treats me good enough for me to write this song
Well my girl got drunk and she's talking to some boys
From high school
She knows how to swim but
I think she wants to drown
Ticketman said she's trying to make me
A jealous-hearted man
Watching the telephone wires, I nod my head
Whiskey on the southbound
Whiskey on the southbound
Whiskey on the southbound
Bound for Angel town