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Tuesday, 17 October 2017
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Hank Snow - Lyrics

Railroad Man - Album

The Last Ride

In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe

Stood a freight made up for the east

And the engineer with his oil and waste

Was groomin' the great iron beast;

While ten cars back in the murky dust

A box-car door swung wide

And a hobo lifted his pal aboard

To start on his last, long ride;

A lantern swung and the freight pulled out

The engine it gathered speed

The engineer pulled the throttle wide

And clucked to his fiery steed;

Ten cars back in the empty box

The hobo rolled a pill

The flare of the match showed his partners' face

Stark white and deathly still;

As the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints

A song for the ramblers' ears

The hobo talked to the still, white form

His pal for many a year;


For a mighty long time we've rambled, Jack

With the luck of men that roam

With the back door steps for a dining room

And the boxcar for a home;

We dodged the bulls on the eastern route

And the cops on the Chesapeake

We travelled the Leadville Narrow Gauge

In the days of Cripple Creek;

We drifted down through sunny Cal

On the rails of the old S. P.

And of all you had, through good and bad

A half always belonged to me;

You made me promise to you, Jack

If I lived and you cashed in

To take you back to the old churchyard

And bury you there with your kin;

You seemed to know I would keep my word

For you said that I was wise

Well, I'm keepin my promise to you, pal

'Cause I'm takin' you home tonight;

I hadn't the money to send you there

So I'm takin' you back on the 'fly'

It's the decent way for a Bo to go

Home to the by and by;

I knew that fever had you, Jack

And that doctor just wouldn't come

He was too busy treatin' the wealthy folks

To doctor a worn out bum;


As the train rolled over it's ribbon of steel

Straight through to the east it sped

The engineer in his high cab seat

Keep his eyes on the rails ahead;

While ten cars back in the empty box

The lonely hobo sighed

For the days of old and his pal so cold

Was taking his last long ride.

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