Another song out of my parent’s songbook that’s stuck in my head. Oh so many songs stuck there. My brains must have been filled with glue:



Pardon me, boy
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
Track twenty-nine
Boy, you can gimme a shine
I can afford
To board a 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 an’ eggs in Carolina


When you hear the whistle blowin’ eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta 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’ll never roam
So Chattanooga choo choo
Won’t you choo-choo me home?
Chattanooga choo choo
Won’t you choo-choo me home?

Had my parents been German, I might have had ^”Kötzschenbroda Express going round and round my brain instead. Released in 1947, “Kötzschenbroda Express” is a satirical German interpretation of “Chattanooga Choo Choo” telling of a train that never arrives because everything goes wrong. The train stops and starts, passengers need to be deloused in the middle of the night, folks who have no idea what time the train won’t arrive are also riding on the train’s roof because the train is filled to overflowing.

*[Film by Lowbrow productions with Glenn Miller’s music,

words by Mack Gordon, music by Harry Warren]

^[[Kötzschenbroda Express” written by Billy Buhlan and Peter Rebhuhn]]