Went up on Lookout Mountain 
                   As far as I can see 
                   I was lookin’ for the woman made a monkey 
          out of me. 
                   I come down to the depot 
                   In time to catch a cannonball 
                   Got the blues.... Chattanooga 
                   I won’t be back ‘til late next fall. 
                    
                   Down in Memphis 
                   On East Main Street 
                   I was watching everybody that I chance to meet. 
                   I saw my sweet daddy 
                   Coming round a flat 
                   He was dressed in a tailor made suit 
                   And a John B. Stetson hat. 
                    
                   Daddy Sweet Daddy 
                   I know you’re gonna quit me now 
                   But I don’t need no daddy no how. 
                   Oh it’s trouble, trouble 
                   Is all I ever find 
                   Goin back – Johnson City 
                   Ought to worry you off my mind. 
                    
                   Down in Nicaragua 
                   As far as I could go 
                   Are the darnedest bunch of soldiers that you 
          ever saw. 
                   On the Tennessee River 
                   Down below the lock and dam. 
                   I been lookin’ for my good gal 
                   Thinkin’ she might be Miss Brown. 
                    
                   Down in Johnson City 
                   For hospitality 
                   Are the finest bunch of people
                  in the State of Tennessee. 
                   I’m tired – of roamin’ this way 
                   Goin back – Johnson City 
                   I’ll go back and stay some day.