Ridin’ The Rails

[Take 6, k.d. lang]
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo

Hoboin’ is my game
B&O's my middle name
I'm goin' that whistle wails
And that's why I'm ridin' the rails

Hoboken, New York, PA
60 seconds is all I'll stay
Keeps me outta county jails
And that's why I'm ridin' the rails

Oh, leave Kentucky
Or the fields of Alabam'
Roomin' with a box of nails
Or peanuts and yams

Got no next of kin
And there's no one in my will
Only thing I'm scared of
Is standin' still

I'll ride ‘em 'til I'm dead
Boxcar's my only bed
That's home when all else fails
That's why I'm ridin' the rails

Brushfire Billy
And his buddies, Ned and Slim
Nine years back in Provo
Was the last I saw of him

Brakeman, leave me be
Let this hobo rеst his bones
Sleep will overtake mе
When that diesel moans

That country's long and wide
The Santa Fe's my bride
I'll hop her when she sails
That's why I'm ridin' the rails

I'm ridin'
I'm slidin'
I won't last too long
Got a bandana and a whistle for a song

There ain't no wheels on the floor of a jail
That's why I'm ridin' the rails

Woo woo woo
That's why I'm ridin' the rails
Woo woo woo
That's why I'm ridin' the rails
Woo woo woo
That's why I'm ridin' the rails
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo wooooooooooo