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Well, it’s hell when the cinders coming flying

Pelting and a-belting like hell

With a purr like a kettledrum battle

To the rat-a-tat of the rails

And the tinder ahead is a-swaying

Tossing and a-jumping like sin

Rope is a-chewing my backside

Blistering up my skin

Yeah, blistering up my skin

I’ve ridden luxurious moments

On a one-inch rod underneath

While the devil sat, watching and grinning

While I hung by the skin of my teeth

I clung for my life in the Rockies

Frisco to rocky old Maine

Boarding on the rods of a rattler

In the guts of a limited train

Yeah, guts of a limited train

To be drenched in cascading water

That the old girl takes on the fly

Tip the community bottle

With some fellows I met on the line

Got a billion stars on the ceiling

And a home that’ll never deny

A luckier you’ll meet in

Your whole dang tangled-up life

Yeah, your whole dang tangled-up life

I’ve been kicked off at lonely waystations

The tanks end out on the plains

But before the old girl could get itching

I’d die for the breakings again

So I’ll see you down the road up yonder

When the Lord calls all good men

To board that train with a holler

I’ll be under there, strapping in

Yeah, under there, strapping in

Yeah, under there, strapping in

Yeah, riding the rods again and again and again and again

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