What your mammy am told you, six months ago Keep on your coat and hat, be ready to go Oh, railroadin' and gamblin' Pickin' up chips for mammy Lord, lord, lord Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud Been in the state house, been in that hall Been in that courthouse, the worst place of all Oh, railroadin' and gamblin' Pickin' up chips for mammy Lord, lord, lord Said that preacher, "God, ain't that a sin Johnny, get (your wood/whiskers cut, here comes the wind"][his whisky 'cause here comes the wind") Lord that preacher "God ain't that a sin Johnny, get (your wood/whiskers cut, here comes the wind"][his whisky 'cause here comes the wind") Cars on the roadside, cars on the track Spent all my money, no way to get back Oh, railroadin' and gamblin' Pickin' up chips for mammy Lord, lord, lord Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud Take your feet out the sand, stick 'em in the mud