Come Along and Ride this Train lyrics

Pick a lot o'cotton drag a long sack comin' across the field well I see Boss Jack

He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan

When you know that horse you'll leave him alone
The ole roan's got green in his eyes mean as the devil and twice as wise

A fire in his nose and a bow in his back can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack

As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way

Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain

I pinned a flower on her heart I swore we'd never be apart

She vowed her love forever and as I kissed her did the same
Dorraine my Dorraine my dark haired little angel my belle of Ponchartrain

My pappy said when I was seventeen you're six feet tall and your face is clean

And it don't look right for a boy that old to not make a livin' loadin' coal

Loadin' coal loadin' coal I'm a double first cousin to a dad blamed mole
Never get rich for to save my soul and forty 'leven years a loadin' coal loadin' coal

I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay

Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free heard the Oregon timber callin' me
Will you tell me somethin' Mr Lumberjack is it one for forward and three for back

Is it two for stop or four for go boy ask a whistle punk I don't know

Well I learned this fact from a logger named Ray you don't cut timber on a windy day

Old Apache squaw how many long lean years you saw

How many bitter winter nights shiverin' in a cold teepee shiverin' in a cold teepee
Old Apache squaw how many hungry kids you saw

How many bloody warriors runnin' to the sea fleein' to the sea

Well now they tell me that you saw Cochise when he made his last stand

He was just an old country doctor in a little country town

Fame and fortune had passed him by though we never saw him frown

As day by day in his kindly way he'd serve us one and all

Many a patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small
Though he needed his dimes and there were times that he'd receive a fee

He'd pass it onto some poor soul that needed it worse than he

I ride an old paint he's on the worryside

And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide

Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
And the forty pound saddle won't make us both raw

Slow rider slow rider move on a little more

The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door

I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had

My papa was a hobo when they delivered me

We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee

But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery
Papa played the dobro this a way and he'd go

[ dobro ]

When company would come around he kept the dobro hid

He knew he couldn't play the way the other players did

Why the guitar's resonator was a gallon bucket lid

I am stunned and I am broken and my head is in my hand

For she who said she love me will not wed an Indian man

My Gods who were wild ridden stand quiet by my side

For although I loved her she would not be my bride
Oh goodbye softly sweet one it was splended while it ran

Goodbye my bitter white girl I'll forget you if I can

She came up to the pueblo with her bright blonde hair

Ii Ii ou Ii Ii Ii ou Ii Ii ou

Oh wagon trains rollin' along they fade from my visions and in time will be gone

I see an eagle in space my people will follow oh oh a vanishing race
Ii Ii ou Ii Ii Ii ou Ii Ii ou

An Indian brave rolled along one day on a lonely mountain trail

And he gazed below with a heart of woe where the prairie schooners sail

Sequoia's winters were sixteen silent tongue spirit clean

He walked at his father's side

Across the smoking battle ground where red and white men lay all around

So many here had died
The wind had scattered around snow white leaves upon the ground

Not leaves like leaves from trees

Sequoia said what can this be what's the strange thing here I see

Born to be a roughneck I'll never amount to nothin'

Pullin' case and layin' pipe is hard labor

Well I was born in a boomer shack bout a half mile from town
Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around

I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three

And by the time I was five there was no kid alive could ever get the best of me

From the Indian reservation to the governmental school

Well they're goin' to educate me to the white men's Golden Rule

And I'm learning very quickly for I've learned to be ashamed

And I come when they call Billy though I've got an Indian name
And there are drums beyond the mountain Indian drums that you can't hear

There are drums beyond the mountain and they're getting mighty near

Now I will tell you buster that I ain't a fan of Custer

And the General he don't ride well anymore

To some he was a hero but to me his score was zero

And the General he don't ride well anymore
Now Custer done his fightin' without too much excitin'

And the General he don't ride well anymore

General Custer come in pumpin' when the men were out a huntin'

I was just a kid roamin' around travelin' through a little ol' town

A man walked up and said come with me you're broke and son that's vagrancy

I carefree lad that love to roam but Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll prob'ly hang cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang

I dig that ditch I chop that corn I curse the day that I was born

Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made

The victor and the loser came by here

No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero death moans
See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands laying here

Petrified but justified are these Apache tears

Dead grass dry roots hunger crying in the night

Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here