Stephen Brady's Last Ride When they give him his orders He was lying in the gutter They said you better get up off your dime Cause there's rumors in the shack That you're gonna get the sack If they catch you drunk just one more time Well he turned around and said To his beady-eyed fireman I guess we better stagger on down If we wanna have our jobs Come tomorrow morning We better shag old 97 out of town It's a mighty rough haul To Scratching Post, Virginia The bars there they close about Nine Well it's later than you think If you want another drink We better put 'er in the depot on time He comes screaming down the mountain Doing seven miles an hour Cause the air brakes was locked all the way Well they found him in the rag With his hand on the bottle He raised his head these dying words to say: “If I ever get my hands on that beady-eyed fireman There's gonna be a brawl I hope to tell Cause he topped off my boiler With a half a pint of red eye And blowed the whole shebang clean to hell” https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL58rDeFIsN-NvRk2oUP-SobRefkgZzGBE
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