In the Dodge City yards of the Santa Fe Stood a freight made up for the east And the engineer with his oil and waste Was grooming the great iron beast.
While ten cars back in the murky dust A boxcar 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 partner's face Stark white and deathly still.
As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints A song for the rambler's ear The hobo talked to the still white form His pal for many a year.
For a mighty long time we've rambled Jack Wth the luck of men that roam With the backdoor steps for a dining room And a boxcar for a home.
We dodged the bulls on the eastern route And the cops on the Chesapeake We traveled the Leadville narrow gauge In the days of Cripple Creek.
We drifted down through sunny Cal On the rails of that old SP And if 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 'Cause you said that I was right Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you pal 'Cause I'm taking you home tonight.
I haven't the money to send you there So I'm taking you back on the fly It's the decent way for a 'bo to go home To the by and by.
I knew that that fever had you Jack And the doctor he just wouldn't come He was too busy treatin' wealthy folks To doctor a worn out bum.
As the train rolled over it's ribbons of steel Straight to the east it sped The engineer in his highcab seat Kept 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 Who was taking his last long ride...
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While ten cars back in the murky dust A boxcar 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 partner's face Stark white and deathly still.
As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints A song for the rambler's ear The hobo talked to the still white form His pal for many a year.
For a mighty long time we've rambled Jack Wth the luck of men that roam With the backdoor steps for a dining room And a boxcar for a home.
We dodged the bulls on the eastern route And the cops on the Chesapeake We traveled the Leadville narrow gauge In the days of Cripple Creek.
We drifted down through sunny Cal On the rails of that old SP And if 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 'Cause you said that I was right Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you pal 'Cause I'm taking you home tonight.
I haven't the money to send you there So I'm taking you back on the fly It's the decent way for a 'bo to go home To the by and by.
I knew that that fever had you Jack And the doctor he just wouldn't come He was too busy treatin' wealthy folks To doctor a worn out bum.
As the train rolled over it's ribbons of steel Straight to the east it sped The engineer in his highcab seat Kept 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 Who was taking his last long ride...
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