I'll tell you a story of Jimmie the Kid He's a brakeman you all know He was born in Mississippi, away down south And he flagged on the T. and N. O. He yodeled to fame on the Boston Main The Wabash and the T. P. From the old Grand Trunk to the cotton belt He yodeled on the Santa Fe. On the Lehigh Valley, he yodeled awhile Then he went to the Nickel Plate From the old Lake Shore and the Erie Line He yodeled to a Cadillac Eight. He yodeled his way to the C. & A. The Lackawanna and I. C. He rode a rattler called the Cannon Ball Then he yodeled on the M. K. & T. Now the story goes that Jimmie the Kid Has a yodeling mama so sweet They go "Cadillac-ing" every night And they yodel up and down the street. He rode freight trains from East to West He's fixed himself up nice He's got a beautiful home, all of his own It's the yodeler's paradise. They've treated him good, They've treated him bad He never done any wrong He yodels a yodel that ever'body knows Is the yodeling brakeman's song.