The Next Thing Smokin' - Tom Russell

Well I live out in Southern Arizona

I followed an abandoned railroad track

Trains they used run from Bisbee out to Juarez

But the copper mines are closed and the trains ain’t comin' back

This here’s the of stolen ponies

Rattlesnakes and poison water wells

Each god-forsaken mile leads right to heaven

But tryin' to please that woman

Was hell

Put me on the next thing smokin'

Put me on the next train out of here

This heart ain’t made for bein' brokn

Well she ain’t my conductor and she ain’t my ngineer

Put me on the next thing leavin'

The northern or the southern hemisphere

Put me on the next thing smokin'

Put me on the next train outta here I’m bound to ride

I got my pride

I’m bound to ride

I’m bound to ride

I made it to the ghost town of Hachita

I got drunk in the Hachita General store

I passed the place Geronimo surrendered

Well Geronimo he just couldn’t take it anymore

I’ll hitchhike from Columbus to El Paso

Where I can catch an Amtrak or a freight

I’ve walked 300 miles across these bad-lands (yeah) buddy

I have made my great escape