T: Mack Gordon
M: Harrty Warren
Pardon me boy,
is that the chattanooga-choo-choo?
boy you can gimme a shine.
I can afford,
to bord the 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.
Dinner in the diner,
nothing could be finer,
than to have your ham'n eggs i Carolina.
When you hear the whistle blow'n eight to the bar,
the you know that Tennesee is not very far,
Shovel all the coal in,
got'a 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 never roam, so
Chattanooga-choo-choo won't you choo-choo me home.