Lyrics

Johnny Lee, he stole his woman
Away from his best friend
Son of a gun got lucky now
And he stole her back again

Lord I'm goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Ride that southern train
Gonna get that sugar cane

Had a job with the railroad
Back before the war
My breakfast in Atlanta
My my dinner in Baltimore

Lord I'm goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Ride that southern train
Gonna get that sugar cane

On Route 61
There's a police man
He been chasin' us since Lula
With a pistol in his hand

Lord I'm goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Ride that southern train
Gonna get that sugar cane

Well we saw ole Harold Jenkins
We took that ferry ride
We left the Mississippi highway man
Sitting on the other side

I'm a goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Goin' to...Louisiana
Ride that southern train