COWBOY FIREMAN
or TRUSTY LARIAT
by Harry A. McClintock
Through the high Sierra Mountains tune A
Came an S P passenger train
The hoboes tried to ride her
But found 'twas all in vain
The fireman was a cowboy tune B
But do not think that strange
He could make more money shoveling coal
Than riding on the range
So though he was a cowboy tune C
And though he had to sweat
He still remained a western guy
And kept his lariat
The train was way behind time tune B
When suddenly ahead
A little child strolled on the track
And filled them all with dread
"My gosh" the hog head shouted tune C
As he slammed on all the brakes
"I'll never stop this SP train
I ain't got what it takes"
Up sprang that cowboy fireman tune B
And a gallant lad was he
"Now I will save that baby
If I wreck the whole SP"
He climbed upon the boiler tune A
As the train sped on its course
And swung his trusty lariat
As though he rode a horse
He dropped his loop around a pole tune B
That stood beside the track
And tied the other end of it
Around the big smokestack
He jerked the train right off the rails tune A
And caused an awful wreck
And our hero lay there in a ditch
With the engine on his neck
Oh we will all remember tune C
That forty-fifth of May
For there were many gallant hearts
All filled with fear that day
They buried that poor fireman tune B
Where the prairie wind blows wild
He killed two hundred passengers
But, Thank God, He saved the child
Recorded by Sam Hinton
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COWBOY FIREMAN
or TRUSTY LARIAT
by Harry A. McClintock
Through the high Sierra Mountains tune A
Came an S P passenger train
The hoboes tried to ride her
But found 'twas all in vain
The fireman was a cowboy tune B
But do not think that strange
He could make more money shoveling coal
Than riding on the range
So though he was a cowboy tune C
And though he had to sweat
He still remained a western guy
And kept his lariat
The train was way behind time tune B
When suddenly ahead
A little child strolled on the track
And filled them all with dread
"My gosh" the hog head shouted tune C
As he slammed on all the brakes
"I'll never stop this SP train
I ain't got what it takes"
Up sprang that cowboy fireman tune B
And a gallant lad was he
"Now I will save that baby
If I wreck the whole SP"
He climbed upon the boiler tune A
As the train sped on its course
And swung his trusty lariat
As though he rode a horse
He dropped his loop around a pole tune B
That stood beside the track
And tied the other end of it
Around the big smokestack
He jerked the train right off the rails tune A
And caused an awful wreck
And our hero lay there in a ditch
With the engine on his neck
Oh we will all remember tune C
That forty-fifth of May
For there were many gallant hearts
All filled with fear that day
They buried that poor fireman tune B
Where the prairie wind blows wild
He killed two hundred passengers
But, Thank God, He saved the child
Recorded by Sam Hinton
or TRUSTY LARIAT
by Harry A. McClintock
Through the high Sierra Mountains tune A
Came an S P passenger train
The hoboes tried to ride her
But found 'twas all in vain
The fireman was a cowboy tune B
But do not think that strange
He could make more money shoveling coal
Than riding on the range
So though he was a cowboy tune C
And though he had to sweat
He still remained a western guy
And kept his lariat
The train was way behind time tune B
When suddenly ahead
A little child strolled on the track
And filled them all with dread
"My gosh" the hog head shouted tune C
As he slammed on all the brakes
"I'll never stop this SP train
I ain't got what it takes"
Up sprang that cowboy fireman tune B
And a gallant lad was he
"Now I will save that baby
If I wreck the whole SP"
He climbed upon the boiler tune A
As the train sped on its course
And swung his trusty lariat
As though he rode a horse
He dropped his loop around a pole tune B
That stood beside the track
And tied the other end of it
Around the big smokestack
He jerked the train right off the rails tune A
And caused an awful wreck
And our hero lay there in a ditch
With the engine on his neck
Oh we will all remember tune C
That forty-fifth of May
For there were many gallant hearts
All filled with fear that day
They buried that poor fireman tune B
Where the prairie wind blows wild
He killed two hundred passengers
But, Thank God, He saved the child
Recorded by Sam Hinton