C
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
G7
Stood a freight made up for the east
C
Was grooming the great iron beast
C7
F
A boxcar door swung wide
G7
And a hobo lifted his pal aboard
C
To start on his last long ride
F
A lantern swung and the freight pulled out
C
The engine it gathered speed
F
The engineer pulled the throttle wide
D7
G7
And clucked to his fiery steed
C
Ten cars back in the empty box
G7
The hobo rolled a pill
C
Stark white and deathly still
C7
F
A song for the ramblers ears
G7
The hobo talked to the still white form
C
His pal for many a year
C
For a mighty long time we’ve rambled Jack
F
With the luck of men that roam
G7
With the back door steps for a dining room
C
And the boxcar for a home
F
And the cops on the Chesapeake
G7
We traveled the Leadville Narrow Gauge
C
In the days of Cripple Creek
F
On the rails of the old S P
G7
And of all you had through good and bad
C
A half always belonged to me
F
If I lived and you cashed in
G7
To take you back to the old churchyard
C
And bury you there with your kin
F
For you said that I was wise
G7
Well I’m keeping my promise to you pal
C
Cause I’m taking you home tonight
F
So I’m taking you back on the fly
G7
It’s the decent way for a Bo to go
C
Home to the by and by
F
And that doctor just wouldn’t come
G7
He was too busy treating the wealthy folks
C
To doctor a worn out bum
C
As the train rolled over its ribbon of steel
G7
Straight through to the east it sped
C
Keep his eyes on the rails a head
C7
F
The lonely hobo sighed
G7
For the days of old and his pal so cold
C
Was taking his last long ride
C
C7
G7
F
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