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Little John

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Little John

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Little John the hobo taught me how to ride the rail

As he told me of the days he spent wranglin' on the

trail

From the canyons of north Texas to the rail yards on

the plain

I learned half the his'try of the west there on that

train

And Little John he told me 'bout the rivers he did

cross

'Bout ridin' through the dust storms on the back of

his old hoss

'Bout bandit pistoleros and the cattle that they

stole

And the hundred mile ride to the desert water hole

As we rode out to Memphis lookin' for a better life

He told me 'bout the past while I thought about my

wife

And the miles and years between us seemed like only

yesterday

As Little John the hobo taught me how to run away

Little John drank whiskey through the night as we did

ride

He said it chased the demons from the canyons deep

inside

And Little John he told me that the whiskey eased the

pain

So Little John drank whiskey I just drank the rain

While we rode out to Memphis lookin' for a better

life

He thought about the past while I told him 'bout my

wife

And the miles and years between us seemed like only

yesterday

As Little John the hobo taught me how to run away

When we finally rode into the yard at Tennessee

I looked up at Little John and he looked down at me

He said that he was headed for a town called New

Orleans

Said somethin' 'bout a daughter that he hadn't ever

seen

So we parted ways in Memphis lookin' for a better

life

He's goin' to find his past I'm goin' back home to my

wife

For I never will forget him walkin' down that street

alone

Little John the hobo taught me how to go back home

Little John the hobo taught me how to go back home

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