I was ridin\' Number Nine,
Headin\' south from Caroline.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
Got in trouble, had to roam,
Left my gal an\' left my home.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
Just a kid, actin\' smart,
I went and broke my darling\'s heart,
I guess I was too young to know.
They took me off the Georgia Main,
Locked me to a ball and chain.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All alone I bear the shame,
I\'m a number, not a name.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
All I do is set [sic] an\' cry
When the evenin\' train goes by.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
I\'ll be locked here in this cell
Till my body\'s just a shell
An\' my hair turns whiter than snow.
I\'ll never see that gal of mine.
Lord, I\'m in Georgia doin\' time.
I heard that lonesome whistle blow.
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