Lyrics The Next Thing Smokin' - Tom Russell

The Next Thing Smokin'

Well I live out in Southern Arizona
I followed an abandoned railroad track
Trains they used run from Bisbee out to Juarez
But the copper mines are closed and the trains ain’t comin' back
This here’s the of stolen ponies
Rattlesnakes and poison water wells
Each god-forsaken mile leads right to heaven
But tryin' to please that woman
Was hell
Put me on the next thing smokin'
Put me on the next train out of here
This heart ain’t made for bein' brokn
Well she ain’t my conductor and she ain’t my ngineer
Put me on the next thing leavin'
The northern or the southern hemisphere
Put me on the next thing smokin'
Put me on the next train outta here I’m bound to ride
I got my pride
I’m bound to ride
I’m bound to ride
I made it to the ghost town of Hachita
I got drunk in the Hachita General store
I passed the place Geronimo surrendered
Well Geronimo he just couldn’t take it anymore
I’ll hitchhike from Columbus to El Paso
Where I can catch an Amtrak or a freight
I’ve walked 300 miles across these bad-lands (yeah) buddy
I have made my great escape