| I didn’t know my baby loved me so |
| Until that letter come to let me know |
| Now I pack my bags and then I’ll go |
| And catch the first train I see headin' South |
| If I got this letter in Idaho |
| Where snow’s so deep it wouldn’t let me go |
| I’d went hog wild and melted all that snow |
| And caught the first train I saw headin' South |
| If I got this letter in Iowa |
| Nothing in this world could make me stay |
| I’d grab my hat and then been on my way |
| And caught the first train I saw headin' South |
| I didn’t know my baby loved me so |
| Until that letter come to let me know |
| Now I pack my bags and then I’ll go |
| And catch the first train I see headin' South |
| I didn’t know my baby loved me so |
| Until that letter come to let me know |
| Now I’ll pack my bags and then I’ll go |
| And catch the first train I see headin' South |
| If I’d got this letter in Ohio |
| With a busted back, two arms and broken toe |
| There’d be no hesitation I would go |
| And catch the first train I saw headin' South |
| But I got this letter up in Maine |
| You can bet your bottom dollar I feel the same |
| Every clickety-clack of drivers call her name |
| As I ride this first train I caught headin' South |
| I didn’t know my baby loved me so |
| Until that letter come to let me know |
| Now I pack my bags and then I’ll go |
| And catch the first train I see headin' South |