Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal As if we was fixing to die And I'll follow you down Till the Mississippi runs dry There's a room down at the train yard The wall is gunmetal gray The door ain't never locked Come sun down, let's slip away I'll fetch us a blanket You brink a box of crackerjacks We'll make a pallet on the floor And lay a penny on the railroad tracks When the train comes flying past The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks You be sitting on top of the world girl Like the Mississippi Sheiks Now if somebody ever asks you If you got any You just smile and lick your lips And show em that old flat penny