Railroad Tramp (Larry W Jones 08/17/2013) (song#6715)

Next to a railroad water tank one damp December day
On the cold floor of a boxcar a railroad tramp there lay
His old buddy sat beside him with tears that made him choke
He listened to the final words the railroad tramp then spoke

I’m riding to a greener land where all is well and right
Where everyone shows charity and knows my dismal plight
When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream
There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream

Relate to all, both big and small, my railroad time is due
Bud, just tell them that I’ll be on the main line going through
Give them my best for I must rest and tell then do not weep
Under the sun my trav’lin’s done and now I go to sleep

I’m riding to a greener land where all is well and right
Where everyone shows charity and knows my dismal plight
When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream
There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream

Buddy, I hear a whistle and the train is drawing nigh
It must be that midnight zephyr aboard which I must fly
The railroad tramp gave his last food stamp for the outbound main
To his old buddy and boarded the midnight zephyr train

I’m riding to a greener land where all is well and right
Where everyone shows charity and knows my dismal plight
When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream
There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream

When I die and say goodbye I will live my hobo’s dream
There I will reside where rye whiskey fills the valley stream

Kingwood Kowboy