Queen Of The Rails by Utah 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
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