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Queen Of The Rails
QUEEN OF THE RAILS
(Bruce Phillips)

I guess his name was Boomer Bill
If that won't do another will
A hobo doesn't need a name
"Cause he gets no mail
And the only friend old Boomer had
Was a shaggy little mongrel
He called Queen of the Rails

The black smoke choo choo's gone away
Bumming, it's just not the same
Dreams are few and far between
But mem'ries seldom fail
Waiting down there by the track
For her master to come back
You can count on seeing that old dog
Called Queen of the Rails
Boomer roamed the Rio Grande,
The Santa Fe, and never planned
On where he'd be from day to day,
The jungle or the jail.
But when the snow was falling down
He'd catch a California bound
With that little dog to keep him warm.
Old "Queen of the Rails".

One day he went to get a bone
And left his little pal alone,
He crossed the coupling joints of a
Train that blocked the yard
They switched a reefer off the main
And humped it into Boomer's train
He fell and died beneath the iron wheels so cold and hard.

The black smoke choo-choo'a gone away.
Bummin' it's just not the same;
Dreams are few and far between but
memories seldom fail.
If there's a place for some old friend
Who waits until the journey's end,
Then Boomer he'll be glad to see old
"Queen of the Rails".

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Queen Of The Rails