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I'm sailin' sailin', Place I've never seen That's way down south, Sweet 'ol New Orleans 'Cause my hometown friend treat me awful mean If I could holler, Yeah holler If I could scream and cry, It hurts me so When I look up in the sky, 'Cause my friends turn their heads, As they pass me by Now it's rainin', It's rainin' The wind's blowin' cold, Lord I thought I heard My train whistle blow, Now I'm gonna sail so far 'Till I won't be back no more Pardon me, pardon me, It's so hard to stand I ain't got no money, Uncle Sam has called my name Now there's not a soul, To give me a helpin' hand From Letras Mania