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    "Last Ride" Lyrics

    Hank Snow

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    (Ted Daffan - Robert Holcomb)

    In the Dodge City yards of the Santa Fe
    Stood a freight made up for the east
    And the engineer with his oil and waste
    Was grooming the great iron beast.

    While ten cars back in the murky dust
    A boxcar door swung wide
    And a hobo lifted his pal aboard
    To start on his last long ride.

    A lantern swung and the freight pulled out
    The engine it gathered speed
    The engineer pulled the throttle wide
    And clucked to his fiery steed.

    Ten cars back in the empty box
    The hobo rolled a pill
    The flare of the match showed his partner's face
    Stark white and deathly still.

    As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints
    A song for the rambler's ear
    The hobo talked to the still white form
    His pal for many a year.

    For a mighty long time we've rambled Jack
    Wth the luck of men that roam
    With the backdoor steps for a dining room
    And a boxcar for a home.

    We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
    And the cops on the Chesapeake
    We traveled the Leadville narrow gauge
    In the days of Cripple Creek.

    We drifted down through sunny Cal
    On the rails of that old SP
    And if all you had through good and bad
    A half always belonged to me.

    You made me promise to you Jack
    If I lived and you cashed in
    To take you back to the old churchyard
    And bury you there with your kin.

    You seemed to know I would keep my word
    'Cause you said that I was right
    Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you pal
    'Cause I'm taking you home tonight.

    I haven't the money to send you there
    So I'm taking you back on the fly
    It's the decent way for a 'bo to go home
    To the by and by.

    I knew that that fever had you Jack
    And the doctor he just wouldn't come
    He was too busy treatin' wealthy folks
    To doctor a worn out bum.

    As the train rolled over it's ribbons of steel
    Straight to the east it sped
    The engineer in his highcab seat
    Kept his eyes on the rails ahead.

    While ten cars back in the empty box
    The lonely hobo sighed
    For the days of old and his pal so cold
    Who was taking his last long ride...
    This song was submitted on August 9th, 2005 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Robert Halcomb, Ted Daffan.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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