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Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill
He never worked, and he never will, And it's ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill's a mighty mean man Shot the light out of the poor brakeman's hand Railroad Bill, up on a hill Lightin' a seegar with a ten-dollar bill. Railroad Bill took my wife, If I didn't like it, gonna take my life. Goin' on a mountain, goin' out west Thirty-eight special stickin' 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. Railroad Bill, he ain't so bad Whupped his mama, shot his old dad. Early one morning, standing in the rain Round the bend come a long freight train. Railroad Bill a-comin' home soon Killed McMillan by the light of the moon McMillan had a special train When they got there they was prayin' Kill me a chicken, send me the wing They think I'm workin', Lord, I ain't doin' a thing. Kill me a chicken, send me the head, Think I'm workin', Lord, I'm layin' in bed. Gonna drink my whiskey, drink it in the wind The doctor said it'd kill me but he didn't say when. |
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Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country I'll take you to place called Italian Hall And the miners are having their big Christmas ball I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I will let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance 'round the big Christmas tree There's talkin' and laughin' and songs in the air And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere Before you know it, you're friends with us all And you're dancing around and around in the hall You ask about work and you ask about pay They'll tell you, they make less than a dollar a day Working the copper claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives Hey, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano, so you gotta keep quiet To hear all this fun you had not realize That the copper-boss thug-men they are milling outside The copper-boss thugs stuck their heads in the door One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire" A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing" A few people rushed and it's only a few It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down But the thugs held the door and he could not get out And then others followed a hundred or more Most everybody remained on the floor The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke And the children were smothered on the stair by the door Such a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there were seventy-three Piano played a slow funeral tune And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon The parents they cried and the miners they moaned See what your greed for money has done |
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