Come on and flag that train I'm on my way again Back to that home of mine below the line in Dixie My folks are waiting there I'll fill that vacant chair And with sweet Madeline, that gal of mine, I'll be Come on and flag that train I'm bound for home again For when I'm roaming, I'm as selfless as a lamb Oh lordy, listen here Don't miss that engineer So flag that train to Alabam'