Oh, Reuben's coming down the track,
And he's got his throttle back,
And the rails are a-carrying him from home.
If the boiler don't bust
'Cause it's eat up with rust,
I'll soon be a long ways from home.
If you don't believe I'm gone,
Look at the train I'm on;
You can hear the whistle blow a thousand miles.
I'm a-going down the track;
I ain't never coming back,
And I'll never get no letter from my home.
Well, the train run so fast
Till I knowed it couldn't last,
For the wheels was a-burning up the rail.
Old Reuben had a wreck
And it broke old Reuben's neck,
And it never hurt a hair on my head.
Now I'm walking up the track,
Hoping I'll get back;
I'm a thousand miles away from home.
If I ever get back to you,
You can beat me black and blue,
For I'll never leave my shanty home.