Tucson Train (Larry W Jones 04/25/2019) (song #7521)

Well, I grew up hearing some long tall tales
On my old grandpa’s knee he made it plain
He rode with the outlaws by long steel rails
Jesse and Billy robbed the Tucson train

For hours I sat upon his bowlegged knees
Listened to his stories of Jesse James
With Billy and Jesse grandpa told me
How they all three ambushed the Tucson train

Grandpa told of Billy and other things
He was called The Kid who went down in fame
At robbing trains he was the youngest king
And the other king’s name was Jesse James

For hours I sat upon his bowlegged knees
Listened to his stories of Jesse James
With Billy and Jesse grandpa told me
How they all three ambushed the Tucson train

Well, I grew up and my grandpa grew old
He rode horses and now I ride airplanes
I figured out that the tall tales he told
Belong in story books with western aims

For hours I sat upon his bowlegged knees
Listened to his stories of Jesse James
With Billy and Jesse grandpa told me
How they all three ambushed the Tucson train

Well, grandpa’s funeral drew quite a crowd
Two cowboy’s faces were forlorn and strained
They were strangers and I heard a low sound
As both of them disappeared in the rain

I remember faces forlorn and strained
Both old cowboys called out my grandpa’s name
And the sound I heard was a sound of fame
It was the low horn of the Tucson train

Kingwood Kowboy