B. H. Terry
Let me sit on the right-hand side,
A-hold of the throttle and Johnson bar,
And make our rough old hogger ride
At the other end in the old waycar,
Just watch him try to stay in the hack
When I start the train with the air and slack
And hear him holler when his head I drove
Right in behind the crummy stove.
As the train goes into the sag,
Knock him out with a slack in that drag
And let him lay there on the floor,
Afraid to stand for fear he’d get more.
I’d head right in on the longest track
And cut her off a long way back.
When the hogger walks in, to him I’d say:
“Well, how was the ride you got today?”