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Come and gather all around me |
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Listen to my tale of woe |
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Got some good advice to give you |
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Lots of things you oughta know |
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Take a tip from one who's travelled |
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And never stopped a-ramblin' round |
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'Cause once you get the roamin' fever |
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You never want to settle down, boy |
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You never want to settle down |
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I met a little gal in Frisco |
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And I asked her to be my wife |
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Told her I was tired of roamin' |
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Goin' to settle down for life |
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Then I heard the whistle blowin' |
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And I knew it was the Red Ball Train |
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And I left that gal beside the railroad |
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And I never saw the gal again, boy |
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I never saw the gal again |
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Saw that girl again |
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Never Saw that girl again |
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I left that girl beside the railroad |
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And I never saw that girl again |
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Travelled all over the country |
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I travelled everywhere |
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I been on every Branch Line railroad |
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And I never paid a nickel fare |
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I been from Maine to Califor'ny |
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And from Canada to Mexico |
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I never tried to save no money |
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And now I got no place to go, boy |
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Now I got no place to go |
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Listen to a Boomer's story |
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Pay attention to what I say |
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Well, I hear another train a-comin' |
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Guess I'll be on my way |
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If you want to do me a favor |
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When I lay me down and die |
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Just dig my grave beside the railroad |
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So I can hear the trains go by, boys |
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So I can hear the trains go by |
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Hear the train go by |
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I can hear the train go by |
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Just bury my bones be side the railroad |
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So I can hear the train go by |