Some folks say that the dummy don’t run
Well let me tell you what the dummy done
Left Saint Louis at half past one
Going to Memphis with the setting sun

On the dummy line, on the dummy line
Rise and shine and pay your fine
When you’re riding on the dummy
On the dummy dummy line

Was a doctor by the name of Peck
Fell down a well and he broke his neck
Nobody’s fault but the doctor’s own
All the miners said to keep the well alone

On the dummy line, on the dummy line
Rise and shine and pay your fine
When you’re riding on the dummy
On the dummy dummy line

Little boy on his way to school
Saw the breaks of a dollar at the foot of a mule
Krept up behind him as quiet as a mouse
Next day, a funeral at the little boy’s house

On the dummy line, on the dummy line
Rise and shine and pay your fine
When you’re riding on the dummy
On the dummy dummy line