Ridin’ The Rails

[Take 6, k.d. lang]

Woo woo woo

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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

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