"All aboard, track 17, all aboard'" Yeehaw! Now this song is dedicated To all the hard workin' pioneers of this country Setting out discovering the West Bringin' a railroad to where no man has ever been before Johnny he worked on a railroad A poundin' on iron and steel Workin' his way out West now The only sure thing's his next meal America was young But she was a growin' Layin' tracks across the prairie Not knowing where they're going His momma didn't wanna' leave him But now he's in the West She said, "Please don't go" But he said, "If I don't I'll never rest" It wasn't always easy Some of the boys died Johnny wrote her letters But he received no replies Johnny he worked on a railroad A poundin' on iron and steel Workin' his way out West now The only sure thing's his next meal Johnny reached San Francisco Tired and broke without a dime Started panning for gold Just a hopin' he would find The gold wasn't a rushin' But Johnny kept on minin' Trying to send his Mama something With the letters he was signing Then one day Johnny finally got a reply When he opens Mama's letter, he began to cry She's a writin' from her deathbed and this is what she said "Please don't be mad at me son 'cause tomorrow I'll be dead" Johnny he worked on a railroad A poundin' on iron and steel Workin' his way out West now The only sure thing's his next meal © POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; BROOKLYN DUST MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com