Lightnin' Hopkins - Fast Mail Rambler lyrics

I jumped this fast mail rambler,Lord I almost went a-flyin' I caught this fast mail rambler, and I almost went a-flyin' I said hurry, engineer man, for my pigmeat mama is dyin' Yes I go to the telephone, and I pull the receiver down Yes I go the telephone, pull the receiver down "Hello, Central, won't you please ring Doctor Brown?" "Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do? Oh, doctor, doctor, what shall a good man do?" Says, "Your girl ain't dyin' but she's done gone dead on you"