[Verse 1]
I was raised in a Santa Fe reaver
In a little California town
Three doors down from the railroad track
Where they set the old boxcar down
Born the son of a railroad man
Who rode 'em until he died
I'd like to live like my Daddy did
But there's no more trains to ride
[Chorus]
No, no more trains to ride
No more trains to ride
I'd like to live like Daddy did
But there's no more trains to ride
[Verse 2]
I learned to be a guitar picker
Singing and strumming 'long
Songs like "Hobo Bill's Last Ride"
I loved a good rambling song
Bill was the son of the rambling man
Who rambled until he died
I'd like to live like Billy did
But there's no more trains to ride
I was raised in a Santa Fe reaver
In a little California town
Three doors down from the railroad track
Where they set the old boxcar down
Born the son of a railroad man
Who rode 'em until he died
I'd like to live like my Daddy did
But there's no more trains to ride
[Chorus]
No, no more trains to ride
No more trains to ride
I'd like to live like Daddy did
But there's no more trains to ride
[Verse 2]
I learned to be a guitar picker
Singing and strumming 'long
Songs like "Hobo Bill's Last Ride"
I loved a good rambling song
Bill was the son of the rambling man
Who rambled until he died
I'd like to live like Billy did
But there's no more trains to ride
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