No More Trains To Ride - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

I was raised in Santa Fe

Reefer in little California town

Three door 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.

No, no more trains to ride

No more trains to ride

I’d like to live like my daddy did

But there’s no more trains to ride.

I learned to be a guitar picker

Singing and strummin' long

Songs like Hobo Bill’s Last Ride

I love the good ramblin' song.

Bill was the son of a rambling man

Who rambled until he died

I’d like to live like Billy did

But there’s no more trains to ride,

No, no more trains to ride

No more trains to ride

I’d like to live like my daddy did

But there’s no more trains to ride…