Lyrics:

Chorus
Railroad, Steamboat, River and Canal
Younder comes A sucker and he's got my gal
And she's gone,gone,gone
And she's gone,gone,gone
And I bid her my last fairwell.

I fell in love with A pritty little thing
I thought that wedding bells would ring
She was sweat as sweat could be
Til I found out what she did to me

Chours

I ask her mother to let her go
She wisperd mother please tell him, no!
Tho' he may think that I am true
There are plenty more, who'll think so too.

Chours

Now I won't cry my life away
Some other sucker will have to pay
And when he finds that she is gone
I guess I'll hear him sing this song

Chorus