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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