Lyrics:

(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)Come and gather all around meListen to my tale of woeGot some good advice to giv
e youLots of things you oughta knowTake a tip from one who's travelledAnd never stopped a-ramblin' 'round'Cause once you ge
t the roamin' feverYou never want to settle down, boyYou never want to settle downI met a little gal in FriscoAnd I asked
her to be my wifeTold her I was tired of roamin'Goin' to settle down for lifeThen I heard the whistle blowin'And I knew it
was the Red Ball TrainAnd I left that gal beside the railroadAnd I never saw the gal again, boyI never saw the gal againSaw
the gal againI never saw the gal againLeft that gal beside the railroadAnd I never saw the gal againTravelled all over th
e countryI've travelled everywhereI been on every Branch Line railroadAnd I never paid a nickel fareI been from Maine to Ca
lifor'nyAnd from Canada to MexicoI never tried to save no moneyAnd now I got no place to bo, boyNow I got no place to goL
isten to a Boomer's storyPay attention to what I sayWell, I hear another train a-comin'Guess I'll be on my wayIf you wanna
do me a favorWhen I lay me down and dieJust dig my grave beside the railroadSo I can hear the trains go by, boysSo I can he
ar the trains go byHear the trains goHear the trains go byJust dig my grave beside the railroadSo I can hear the trains go
by