Utah Phillips - Queen Of The Rails

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 With that little dog to keep him warm Old "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 One day he went to get a bone And left his little pal alone He crossed the coupling joints of a Train that blocked the yard They switched a reefer off the main And humped it into Boomer's train He fell and died beneath the iron wheels so cold and hard 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