COWBOY FIREMAN

or TRUSTY LARIAT

by Harry A. McClintock



Through the high Sierra Mountains tune A

Came an S P passenger train

The hoboes tried to ride her

But found 'twas all in vain



The fireman was a cowboy tune B

But do not think that strange

He could make more money shoveling coal

Than riding on the range



So though he was a cowboy tune C

And though he had to sweat

He still remained a western guy

And kept his lariat



The train was way behind time tune B

When suddenly ahead

A little child strolled on the track

And filled them all with dread



"My gosh" the hog head shouted tune C

As he slammed on all the brakes

"I'll never stop this SP train

I ain't got what it takes"



Up sprang that cowboy fireman tune B

And a gallant lad was he

"Now I will save that baby

If I wreck the whole SP"



He climbed upon the boiler tune A

As the train sped on its course

And swung his trusty lariat

As though he rode a horse



He dropped his loop around a pole tune B

That stood beside the track

And tied the other end of it

Around the big smokestack



He jerked the train right off the rails tune A

And caused an awful wreck

And our hero lay there in a ditch

With the engine on his neck



Oh we will all remember tune C

That forty-fifth of May

For there were many gallant hearts

All filled with fear that day



They buried that poor fireman tune B

Where the prairie wind blows wild

He killed two hundred passengers

But, Thank God, He saved the child



Recorded by Sam Hinton

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