And the engineer with his oil and waste
While ten cars back in the murky dust
The flare of the match showed his partners' face
As the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints
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We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
And the cops on the Chesapeake
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
The engineer in his high cab seat
Keep his eyes on the rails a-{C} head;