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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