A lone rider called out to the camp
The cowboys shouted, Come on in
They said, Have some bacon and beans, old man
The coffee’s hot and strong as sin
He would spin these boys a little talk
But first he ate his fill and drank a cup
Then he settled back and rolled a smoke
Popped a match and lit ‘er up
He said, Boys, that was mighty fine
And I’m much obliged to you
Now I’ll tell you what I’ve done and heard
As I’ve been passin’ thru
My ramblin’s took me thru the nations
Traded some with Cheyenne and the Sioux
They don’t seem to mind a man
Long as he’s just passin’ thru
I’ve been all acros’t the west, boys
And what I say, I think is true
The cowboy life is best reserved
For men just passin’ thru
Well, you know how it goes, boys
When it comes to settlin’ down
Our breed is made for ramblin’
Not nesting in some town
Now, I likes the ladies good as any
But every gal I ever knew
Was looking fer a settled man
And I was a man just passin’ thru
There a heap of talk about a railroad
And they say the deal is almost done
Of where the tracks will cut the trail
And the trains will make their run
Boys, once they cut acros’t the trails
It’ll start getting’ hard on me and you
And all the men who drive these herds
Men just passin’ thru
How long before our day is done
I wish that I could say I knew
But I’m just a man crossing the land
…I’m just passin’ thru
But whatever we do in this short life
And this ain’t nothing new
When it gits right down to the nubby
truth
We’re all…..just passin’ thru
CANNED HEAT JUNGLE
Canned heat jungle
near the tracks
traveling
men
keep coming back
Old friends found
last time seen
Tallahassee, Baltimore
or was it Abilene
A tin of water
from the creek
a can of
sterno
kitchen heat
Hobo stew
toss somethin’ in
if you got
it
in like Flynn
Canned heat jungle
soup is cooking
smelling
good
not too bad looking
Canned heat jungle
hobo’s kitchen
down the
tracks
train’s ‘a switching
Canned heat jungle
train be coming
eat up
boys
rails are humming
Traveling men
next destination
down the
tracks
another station
Canned heat jungle
somewhere near
soup
sometimes good
is what I hear
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