Railroad Bill - Etta Baker

Rail road Bill.

Rail road Bill,

he never worked, and he never will;

and it’s ride, ride, ride.

Railroad Bill, mighty mean man,

shot the lantern out of the brakeman, s hand

And it, s ride, ride, ride.

Railroad Bill, he’s so bad,

shot at his mother and he hit his dad;

and it’s ride, ride, ride.