Jay Gould’s Daughter

lyrics by Charlie Poole, music by Kyle Alden

On a Monday morning it began to rain
Around the curve came a passenger train
On the blinds was hobo john
He’s a good old hobo but he’s dead and gone
Dead and gone, he’s dead and gone
He’s a good old hobo but he’s dead and gone

Charlie Jones was a good engineer
And he told his brakeman not to fear
Pour on the water boys shovel on the coal
Stick your head out the window see the drivers roll
See the drivers roll, see the drivers roll
Stick your head out the window see the drivers roll

Jay Gould’s daughter said before she died
Papa fix the blinds so the bums can’t ride
If ride they must let them ride the rods
Let ‘em put their trust in the hands of god
In the hands of god, in the hands of god
Let ‘em put all their trust in the hands of god

Jay Gould’s daughter said before she died
There’s two more trains I’d like to try
Daughter oh daughter what can they be
It’s the Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe
Santa fe, it’s the santa fe
Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe

Jay Gould’s daughter said before she died
There’s two more drinks I’d like to try
Daughter oh daughter what can they be
It’s a glass of water and a cup of tea
Cup of tea, cup of tea
It’s a glass of water and a cup of tea

Charlie Jones was a good engineer
And he told his brakeman not to fear
Pour on the water boys shovel on the coal
Stick your head out the window see the drivers roll
See the drivers roll, see the drivers roll
Stick your head out the window see the drivers roll

Jay Gould’s daughter said before she died
Papa fix the blinds so the bums can’t ride
If ride they must let them ride the rods
Let ‘em put their trust in the hands of god
In the hands of god, in the hands of god
Let ‘em put all their trust in the hands of god

In the hands of god, in the hands of god
Let ‘em put all their trust in the hands of god

© 2005, Kyle Alden, All rights reserved