Lyrics:
Kiss me on the mouth sweet galAs if we was fixing to dieAnd I'll follow you downTill the Mississippi runs dryThere's a room down at the train yardThe wall is gunmetal grayThe door ain't never lockedCome sun down, let's slip awayI'll fetch us a blanketYou brink a box of crackerjacksWe'll make a pallet on the floorAnd lay a penny on the railroad tracksWhen the train comes flying pastThe walls shake and the floorboard squeaksYou be sitting on top of the world girlLike the Mississippi SheiksNow if somebody ever asks youIf you got anyYou just smile and lick your lipsAnd show em that old flat penny