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OLD RAILROAD BILL
OLD RAILROAD BILL
Ole"railroad Bill" felt good until
he joined the retired men's luncheon club;
where once a week he went to seek...
solace over buffet grub.
Well, his wish was strong when he came along,
to travel down memory lane;
and he pined to talk of the paths they walked
when making-up a daily train.
To reminisce of the life they miss,
just wallow in the golden past.
But lo, behold, the tales they told...
were about those folks who passed.
And they spoke of Joe and his broken toe,
and Jim, whose hip went out.
Of a clerk named Jake, who for heaven's sake,
came down with a case of gout.
Then there was James with his aches and pains;
and Bob had a heart attack;
and Dick got sick from a home picnic
and death claimed brother Jack.
So you can see why a guy can be:
as down as a swatted fly;
when all that's said is about the dead,
and those who're 'bout to die!
Now "Railroad Bill" has had his fill,
and I don't mean ham or steak;
for he had enough of that dreadful stuff,
that led old Bill to break.
Well, I suppose he's one of those,
who'd rather not dwell on ills,
but use the time for what's sublime,
and not on things that kills!
But Bill was strong, and he said "so long",
for he wished to part the ways...
from the drear of "spin" to a happy end,
and just dream of the good ole days!
William E. Hardison / copyrights recorded
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