The Ballad of Marshal Smith lyrics - Run 8 Rider
The people took their places as he checked them off his list.
The engineer said, â€śSit back and just enjoy the ride.â€ť
The train began a humming, the sheep-le dosing off inside.
The engineer kept callinâ€™ for more and more steam.
The firemanâ€™s scoop answered with disturbing speed.
Sheâ€™s a Runaway
It's cominâ€™ off the tracks
We gotta take control
We better win her back
Callinâ€™ all of you cowboys and all of you cowgirls
A gang has seized control of our little world.
The sandbox is empty and weâ€™re racing in the rain
The marshal needs keen deputies if we are gonna save this train.
So, rise up good country folk, our palaver is through
Itâ€™s time to make a stand and you know what you have to do.
Boney hands are taxing the throttle and theyâ€™ve broken off the brake.
The boilerâ€™s burned through all the coal and now theyâ€™re burninâ€™ up the train.
Some people finally took notice and started to complain
They were herded into cattle cars or pushed right off the train.
The conductor couldnâ€™t take no more he decided to switch sides.
He found the Marshalâ€™s napping spot and wakened his old guide.
Adam jumped up riled, rousted from his sleep.
He battled his way to the tender and made a final leap.
He quickly dispatched the fireman whom he caught off guard
But the engineer was ready. He goaded as he fired,
â€śBoy where do you think youâ€™re going? Donâ€™t you know your time is through?â€ť
The doomed Marshal just smiled, he knew exactly what to do.
Give the devil his due!
Adam unskinned his Peacemaker, its name â€śShining Truthâ€ť.
His hand like greased lightening, his foe never saw it move.
He knew he was done for, only a few more grains of sand.
He had to summon the country folk, to get their helping hands.
He ducked a second shot, spun and fired to the rear
Even in the caboose his message was crystal clear.
On down to Washington, we gotta take her back.
Up there in Madison, it's coming off the tracks!
Ad Lib: Atlanta, up to Concord, way Down in Jackson