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Show TO BE A BRAKEMAN, I want to be a brakemao, Doggonel Legs bangin over the ede of a flat car. Train goin 'bout twenty-five mile'n hour, Lickin the dog fennel 'long the track That's what a brakeman does. I want to be a brakeman, I jingl Makln the boys git off the platform, Cussin the drayman if the skids is lost. Hollers, "Back 'er a length," and the engineer en-gineer has to That's a brakeman for yel Nocondnctor for me, Jast a brakeman. By hen! Can make a couplin on dead run. Has spring bottom pants 'n braid on bU clothes. Carries a lantern at nighi, 'n cap over hi ears That's a brakeman, Til tell yel I wint to be a brakeman, Geeminentlyl Stand in with the agents and op'rators. Gits to Pern every night 'n sees the show. Knows the number of the trains, chaws ter. a regular one, yon betl 'N I want to be head brakeman, Gol-lee! Twlstin 'er hard, smoko rolling round ye. Country people stoppin work to look, Qlrls wavln at ye all the way to Pern. I'll be one, too, some day. Chicago Record. |
