Ridin’ The Rails

[Take 6, k.d. lang] Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Hoboin’ is my game B&O's my middle name I'm goin' that whistle wails And that's why I'm ridin' the rails Hoboken, New York, PA 60 seconds is all I'll stay Keeps me outta county jails And that's why I'm ridin' the rails Oh, leave Kentucky Or the fields of Alabam' Roomin' with a box of nails Or peanuts and yams Got no next of kin And there's no one in my will Only thing I'm scared of Is standin' still I'll ride ‘em 'til I'm dead Boxcar's my only bed That's home when all else fails That's why I'm ridin' the rails Brushfire Billy And his buddies, Ned and Slim Nine years back in Provo Was the last I saw of him Brakeman, leave me be Let this hobo rеst his bones Sleep will overtake mе When that diesel moans That country's long and wide The Santa Fe's my bride I'll hop her when she sails That's why I'm ridin' the rails I'm ridin' I'm slidin' I won't last too long Got a bandana and a whistle for a song There ain't no wheels on the floor of a jail That's why I'm ridin' the rails Woo woo woo That's why I'm ridin' the rails Woo woo woo That's why I'm ridin' the rails Woo woo woo That's why I'm ridin' the rails Woo woo woo Woo woo woo Woo woo wooooooooooo