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Artist:Hank Snow
Taken from the album Miscellaneous by Hank Snow
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:The Last Ride
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics: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 groomin' 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 uphill
The flare of the match showed
his partner's face
Stark white and deathly still
As the train wheels clicked on the
couplin' joints
A song for the rambler's ear
The hobo talked to the still white form

His pal for many a year

(Spoken)
For a mighty long time, we've rambled, Jack

With 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
travelled the Leadville narrow gauge
In the days of Cripple Creek
We drifted down thru
sunny Cal
On the rails of that old S. P.
And of all you had, thru 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 church yard
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 takin' you home tonight
I haven'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 that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor, he just wouldn't come
He was
too busy treatin' the wealthy folks
To doctor a worn-out bum

As the train rolled
over its ribbons of steel
Straight thru to the East it sped
The engineer in his high cab
seat
Kept his eye on the rails ahead
While ten cars back in the empty box
A lonely
hobo sighed
For the days of old and his pal, so cold
Who was takin' his last long ride
 
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