| Well, Railroad Bill, O Railroad Bill,
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| He never worked and he never will.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| Well, O Railroad Bill, he was a mighty mean man,
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| He shot the midnight lantern out the brakeman’s hand.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| Well, I’m goin' up on a mountain', I’m goin' out West,
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| A .38 Special stickin' out of my vest.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| I’ll buy me a pistol just as long as my arm,
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| Kill everybody ever done me harm.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| Well, Railroad Bill, O Railroad Bill,
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| He never worked, Lord, he never will.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| I got a .38 Special on a .45 frame;
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| How in the world can I miss him when I got dead aim?
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| Well, Railroad Bill, well, he took my wife,
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| He said if I didn’t like it he would take my life.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill.
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| Well, honey, honey, do you think I’m a fool?
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| I wouldn’t quit you when the weather is cool.
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| I’m gonna ride old Railroad Bill. |