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”

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