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