THE DUMMY LINE



Across the prairie on a streak of rust

There's something moving in a cloud of dust

It crawls into the valley with a wheeze and whine

It's the two o'clock flyer on the Dummy Line



Riding on the Dummy, on the Dummy Line

Rain or shine, I'll pay my fine

Rain or shine I'll pay my fine

Riding on the Dummy, on the Dummy Line



I saw a snail go whizzing past

A guy said, my, this train is going fast

Said I, Old man, that may be true

But the question is, What's it fastened to?



I said to the brakeman, can't you speed up a bit?

Said he, You can walk, if you don't like it

Said I, Old man, I'd take your dare

But the folks don't expect me till the train gets there



@travel @humor

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