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The Last Ride

Höfundur lags: Ted Daffan og Robert Halcomb Flytjandi: Hank Snow Sent inn af: Anonymous



[C]In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the [G7]east   

And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was grooming the great iron [C]beast


While ten cars back in the murky dust
A box[C7]car door swung [F]wide
And a [G7]hobo lifted his pal aboard
To start on his last long [C]ride

A [F]lantern swung and the freight pulled out
The engine it gathered [C]speed
The [F]engineer pulled the throttle wide
And [D7]clucked to his fiery [G7]steed

[C]Ten cars back in the empty box
The hobo rolled a [G7]pill   

The flare of the match showed his partners face
Stark white and deathly [C]still


As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints
A [C7]song for the ramblers [F]ears
The [G7]hobo talked to the still white form
His pal for many a [C]year

Spoken:
[C]For a mighty long time we've rambled Jack
With the luck of men that [F]roam
With [G7]the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a [C]home


We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
And the cops on the [F]Chesapeake
We [G7]traveled the Leadville Narrow Gauge
In the days of Cripple [C]Creek


We drifted down through sunny Cal
On the rails of the [F]old S P
And [G7]of all you had through good and bad
A half always belonged to [C]me  


You made me promise to you Jack
If I lived and you [F]cashed in
To [G7]take you back to the old churchyard
And bury you there with your [C]kin  


You seemed to know I would keep my word
For you said that I [F]was wise
Well [G7]I'm keeping my promise to you pal
Cause I'm taking you home [C]tonight


I hadn't the money to send you there
So I'm taking you back on [F]the fly
It's [G7]the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and [C]by  


I knew that fever had you Jack
And that doctor just [F]wouldn't come
He [G7]was too busy treating the wealthy folks
To doctor a worn out [C]bum  

Sung:
[C]As the train rolled over its ribbon of steel
Straight through to the east it [G7]sped   

The engineer in his high cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails a [C]head


While ten cars back in the empty box
The lone[C7]ly hobo [F]sighed
For the [G7]days of old and his pal so cold
Was taking his last long [C]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 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 partners face
Stark white and deathly still

As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints
A song for the ramblers ears
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 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 traveled 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 keeping my promise to you pal
Cause I'm taking you home tonight

I hadn'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 fever had you Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treating the wealthy folks
To doctor a worn out bum

Sung:
As the train rolled over its ribbon of steel
Straight through to the east it sped

The engineer in his high cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails a head

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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