| Rail-road Bill, Rail-road Bill | 
| He never worked, and he never will | 
| And it’s ride, ride, ride | 
| Rail-road Bill’s a mighty mean man | 
| Shot the light out of the poor brake-man's hand | 
| Rail-road Bill, up on a hill | 
| Lighting a cigar with a ten-dollar bill | 
| Rail-road Bill took my wife | 
| If I didn’t like it, going to take my life | 
| Going on a mountain, going out west | 
| Thirty-eight special sticking 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 | 
| Rail-road Bill, he ain’t so bad | 
| Whipped his mama, shot his old dad | 
| Early one morning, standing in the rain | 
| Round the bend come a long freight train | 
| Rail-road Bill a-coming home soon | 
| Killed McMillan by the light of the moon | 
| McMillan had a special train | 
| When they got there they was praying | 
| Kill me a chicken, send me the wing | 
| They think I’m working, Lord, I ain’t doing a thing | 
| Kill me a chicken, send me the head | 
| Think I’m working, Lord, I’m laying in bed | 
| Going to drink my whiskey, drink it in the wind | 
| The doctor said it’d kill me but he didn’t say when |