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  • The Last Ride by Hank Snow Lyrics



    In the Dodge City Yards of the Santa Fe
    Stood a freight made up for the east
    And the engineer with his oil and waste
    Was groomin' 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 uphill
    The flare of the match showed his partner's face
    Stark white and deathly still
    As the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints
    A song for the rambler's ear
    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 backdoor steps for a dining room
    And a boxcar for a home
    We dodged the bulls on the Eastern route
    And the cops on the Chesapeake
    We travelled the Leadville narrow gauge
    In the days of Cripple Creek
    We drifted down thru sunny Cal
    On the rails of that old S. P.
    And of all you had, thru 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 church yard
    And bury you there with your kin
    You seemed to know I would keep my word
    'Cause you said that I was right
    Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you, pal
    'Cause I'm takin' you home tonight
    I haven't the money to send you there
    So, I'm takin' you back on the fly
    It's the decent way for a 'bo to go
    Home to the by and by
    I knew that that fever had you, Jack
    And that doctor, he just wouldn't come
    He was too busy treatin' the wealthy folks
    To doctor a worn-out bum

    As the train rolled over its ribbons of steel
    Straight thru to the East it sped
    The engineer in his high cab seat
    Kept his eye on the rails ahead
    While ten cars back in the empty box
    A lonely hobo sighed
    For the days of old and his pal, so cold
    Who was takin' his last long ride


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