Railroad Bill - Ramblin' Jack Elliott, Woody Guthrie

Rail-road Bill, Rail-road Bill

He never worked, and he never will

And it’s ride, ride, ride

Rail-road Bill’s a mighty mean man

Shot the light out of the poor brake-man's hand

Rail-road Bill, up on a hill

Lighting a cigar with a ten-dollar bill

Rail-road Bill took my wife

If I didn’t like it, going to take my life

Going on a mountain, going out west

Thirty-eight special sticking out of my vest

Buy me a pistol just as long as my arm

Shoot everybody ever done me harm

Got a thirty-special in a forty-five frame

I can’t miss 'cause I got dead aim

Rail-road Bill, he ain’t so bad

Whipped his mama, shot his old dad

Early one morning, standing in the rain

Round the bend come a long freight train

Rail-road Bill a-coming home soon

Killed McMillan by the light of the moon

McMillan had a special train

When they got there they was praying

Kill me a chicken, send me the wing

They think I’m working, Lord, I ain’t doing a thing

Kill me a chicken, send me the head

Think I’m working, Lord, I’m laying in bed

Going to drink my whiskey, drink it in the wind

The doctor said it’d kill me but he didn’t say when