Pardon me boy, is this the Chatanooga Choo Choo? Track twenty-nine, boy you can gimme me a shine.

I can afford to board the Chatanooga Choo Choo. I've got my fare, and just a trifle to spare.

You leave the Pennsylvania Station 'bout a quarter to four, Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore.

Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer than to have you ham 'n' eggs in Caro li na.

When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar, then you know the Tennessee is not very far.

Shovel all the coal in, got to keep her rollin' Woo, Woo, Chatanooga, there you are.

There's gonna be a certain party at the station, satin and lace; I used to call funny face

She's gonna cry until I tell her that I'll never roam. {So Chatanooga Choo Choo won't you choo choo me home.} 2x