|Glenn Miller||[-] Transpozícia [+] Tlač textu  |
Pardon me boy is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo, Track twentynine, Boy you can gimme a shine. I can afford to board a Chattanooga 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, Diner in the diner, nothing could be finer than to have your ham'n eggs in Carolina. When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar Then you know that Tennessee is not very far, Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin' Woo, Woo, Chattanooga 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 Chattanooga Choo-Choo won't you choo-choo me home. Chattanooga Choo-Choo won't you choo-choo me home.