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Текст песни Hank Snow - The Last Ride

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In the Dodge City Yards of the Santa FeStood a freight made up for the eastAnd the engineer with his oil and wasteWas groomin` the great iron beastWhile ten cars back in the murky dustA boxcar door swung wideAnd a hobo lifted his pal aboardTo start on his last long rideA lantern swung and the freight pulled outThe engine, it gathered speedThe engineer pulled the throttle wideAnd clucked to his fiery steedTen cars back in the empty boxThe hobo rolled uphillThe flare of the match showed his partner`s faceStark white and deathly stillAs the train wheels clicked on the couplin` jointsA song for the rambler`s earThe hobo talked to the still white formHis pal for many a year(Spoken)For a mighty long time, we`ve rambled, JackWith the luck of men that roamWith the backdoor steps for a dining roomAnd a boxcar for a homeWe dodged the bulls on the Eastern routeAnd the cops on the ChesapeakeWe travelled the Leadville narrow gaugeIn the days of Cripple CreekWe drifted down thru sunny CalOn the rails of that old S. P.And of all you had, thru good and badA half always belonged to meYou made me promise to you JackIf I lived, and you cashed inTo take you back to the old church yardAnd bury you there with your kinYou 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 takin` you home tonightI haven`t the money to send you thereSo, I`m takin` you back on the flyIt`s the decent way for a `bo to goHome to the by and byI knew that that fever had you, JackAnd that doctor, he just wouldn`t comeHe was too busy treatin` the wealthy folksTo doctor a worn-out bumAs the train rolled over its ribbons of steelStraight thru to the East it spedThe engineer in his high cab seatKept his eye on the rails aheadWhile ten cars back in the empty boxA lonely hobo sighedFor the days of old and his pal, so coldWho was takin` his last long ride

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