Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill
He never worked, and he never will
Ride, ride, ride
Early one morning, standing in the rain
Around a curb come a long freight train
Railroad Bill, he ain't so bad
Whooped his mammy, shot a round in his dad
Railroad Bill, a-comin' home soon
Killed McMillan by the light of the moon
McMillan had a special train
When he got there it was Spring
Kill me a chicken, send me the wing
They think I'm working, Lord, I ain't doin' a thing
Kill me a chicken, send me the head
Think I'm working, Lord, I'm laying in bed
Railroad Bill, mighty bad man
Shot the lantern right out of that poor brakeman's hand
Got a great, long pistol, 'bout as long as your arm
I'm gonna shoot everybody ever done me harm
Railroad Bill, sitting on on a hill
Lighting cigars with a ten-dollar bill
Got a .38 special on a .45 frame
How can I miss when I got dead aim?
Gonna drink my whiskey, drink it in the wind
The doctor said it'd kill me but he didn't say when