There used to ride a brakeman,
and a brakeman double tough
And us travelers called him
If you rode by night, by broad daylight
In the wind and the snow and sun
Sportin' his smooth runnin' gun
Well the town got switched down
That the meanest man on the shiny irons
It was early in the mornin' and along
Stood in the blizzardy wind
Hungry and cold they knocked on the doors
Of the workin' folks around
For a piece of meat or a spud or two
To boil their stew around
Red come down the cinder dung
And he flagged down number two
He kicked their bucket over a bush
And dumped out all of their stew
Red, you better get your business fixed right,
you're going to ride your little black
train just one year from tonight.
Red just laughed as he climbed the bank,
swung on the side of a wheeler, the boy was
They struck them a job of ball field work
And they followed the pipeline down
And it took them lots of places
Till one year had rolled around
On one cold and wintry day,
They shivered and they shook
with dough in their clothes
Over hills of sand and hard -froze roads
where the cotton wagons rode
Where their warm suits of clothes
They'll walk into a store
They'll boil their stew once more
They walked the tides back to the yard
And they came to the same old spot
Had dumped their last steel pot
The smoke from their fire
And a man come down the line
He ducked his head in the blizzardy
wind and waved old number nine
He walked off down the cinder dump
and he'd come to the same old spot
And there was the same two men
again around that same stew pot
Red went to his knees and he hollered,
Please don't pull that trigger on me.
I never did get my business fixed,
A gun wheeled out of an overcoat
And it laid the old one to
While the other two men sat