Call up the Santa Fe

Go and get them on the phone

And tell 'em to run one more train

Come and take an old man home



Gone and married off my daughter

And the war has claimed my son

Lord, you know, I had to bury (yeah)

The one I called my darling one



Lord, I'm so tired (tired) and so my friend, I've got to get back home again

I'm so tired (tired) and though it's been good, good bye

I hope I see you again



You know, parting is such sad sorrow

When you go and leave a friend

When you know there's no tomorrow

and you'll not see him again



Call up the Santa Fe

Go and get them on the phone

And tell them to run one more train

Come and take an old man home



I'm so tired (tired) and so my friend, I've got to get back home again

Lord, I'm tired (tired) and though it's been good, good bye

I hope I see you again



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