THE TOURISTS IN A PULLMAN CAR
Words and music by George Bowron

1
Over the grassy plains we swiftly wheel along
No thought of care would ever dare to mar our happy song
The car to ourselves, the time it seems to fly away
Without a fear of any interruption by the way
Oh- what joy to be a tourist
And travel near and far-
While we are riding in a Pullman palace,
in a Pullman palace car.
2
Here in the wildest districts of our wondrous land
The rocky cañons are so rude, so fresh from nature's hand-
The trees of the east we miss for here we see- but few
And of the distant mountains we get a bird's eye view
We tear across the country of the red man-
From whence he has gone afar-
While we are riding in a Pullman palace,
in a Pullman palace car.

Sung buy the "John P. Smith's Tourists."
Spear & Dehnhoff, New York Hotel

From American Memory, sheet music.

By 1880, the American tourist was a growing group; those who could afford it crossing the continent in luxury in Pullman cars (the first in 1867).

The Pullman porter was one of the first steps of the Black man into jobs not demanding physical labor.