I’m on the track but she ain’t slowin’ down I’m on the track rifle cocked but she ain’t slowin’ down I put on my boots and whispered my wife’s name I put on my boots and my hat and whispered my wife’s name Pull up those tracks, and just let them rich folks ride When I lay awake stare and ache Ned Kelly’s on my mind We’d hold up that train, brother and then just ride away When I sleep at night dream about Jesse James When I sleep at night toss and turn dream about Jesse James Just feed the kids, and the rest goes on the loan Work all day slave away but my money’s not my own There’s money in there that I’ll never seeĬan’t ride no train ‘less the poor boy rides for free There’s money in there rich folks and mail that I’ll never see I lived by these tracks nearly all my life See that train runnin’ fast rollin’ down the line
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