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Show TO BE A BRAKEMAN. t want to be a brakeman, DoggoneJ Leg3 hangin over the edee of a flat car. Train goln 'bout twenty-five mile'n hour, Lickin the dog fennel 'long the track That's what a brake man does. I want to be a brakeman, I jingl . Makln the boys git off the platform, Cussin the drayman if I he skids is lost. Hollers, "Back 'er a length," and the engineer en-gineer has to That's a brakeman for ye! No conductor for me, Just a brakeman. By hen! Can make a couplin on dead run. Has spring bottom pants 'n braid on his clothes, Carries a lantern at nighi 'n cap over his ears That's a brakeman, I'll tell yel I want to be a brakeman, Geeminentlyl Stand in with the agents and op'rators, Gits to Peru every night 'n sees the show. Knows the number of the trains, chaws ter backer He's a regular one, you betl 'N I want to be head brakeman, Gol-leel- Twlstin 'er hard, smoke rolling round ye, Country people stoppin work to look, Girla wavln at ye all the way to Peru. I'll be one, too, some day. Chicago Record. |