Mobile Line Lyrics - Jimmie Dale Gilmore

Well, hey, mama, now did you ever go down on 

Down on the Mobile Line 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa 

Holler 'bout the Mobile Line 

Well, it's a road to ride to ease your troublin' mind 

Well, I got a letter now, this is the way it read 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa papa 

Holler 'bout the way it read 

Said come home, baby, because your lover is dead 

Well, I ran out and I hopped out on the road 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa 

Holler 'bout on the road 

When I got there she was laying on a coolin' board 

Now when I die, mama, don't you bury papa at all 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa 

Holler 'bout your papa at all 

Just throw my bones down in some alcohol 

Now when I die, mama, put my picture in a frame 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa 

Holler 'bout a picture in a frame 

Hang it up on the mantle, you can see me just the same 

And when I die I think I'm gonna stop by France 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa 

Holler 'bout a stop by France 

I'm gonna stop by France just to give all the women a chance 

Well, hey mama, now did you ever go down on 

Down on the Mobile Line 

Hey lordy, mama, mama, hey lordy, papa, papa 

Holler bout the Mobile Line 

Well, it's a road to ride to ease your troublin' mind 

Well, it's a road to ride to ease your troublin' mind