Cowhand's Last Ride
Jimmie Rodgers Lyrics

One dark and stormy night while riding down the line;
Railroad Bill, the engineer said, "Boy, we'll have to fly!"
We've got to be on time, to meet old Number Four.
So sling the coal, we'll make it, boy, or never ride no more.

While in the rear boxcar, a lonely hobo lay,
Heading for his mother dear, who on her death-bed lay;
He raised a weary hand, to brush away a tear,
Not knowing his last drive was run, and Fate was drawing near.
When through the darkened night, a headlight bright did gleam,
O'er the roar of rolling wheels, a whistle load did scream;
As down around the curve, the mighty train did roar,
With black smoke rolling from the stack, came Flyer Number Four.

Then came an awful crash! Their last long drive was run,
On the track the hobo lay, his days of life were done;
And as the golden sun, sank slowly to the west,
His dear old mother gently smiled, and closed her eyes in death.



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Gary Gillilan

ever since 1951 I*ve listened to very favorite c & w performer.

Gary Knighting

One has to wonder what his body of work would have been like if he had lived longer. There's no question in my mind he was the Bob Dylan of his era. I was glad to see Ken Burns give Jimmie so much attention in his "Country Music" documentary. More people probably became aware of his music and his legacy due to that than in the previous fifty years. It was also good to see Burns give credit to Jimmie's sister-in-law, Elsie McWilliams, for writing or co-writing a number of the songs (39 or 40, I think) that Jimmie recorded. A particular favorite of mine that she wrote is "Mississippi Moon". He was, and is, a national treasure.

Mason Martin

When country was real

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Found my home

Donna Mutter

William charbonneau welcome home