[Intro] [Verse 1] I was raised in Santa Fe reefer in little California town Three door down from the railroad track where they set the old boxcar down Born the son of a railroad man who rode ’em until he died I’d like to live like daddy did but there’s no more trains to ride [Chorus] No no more trains to ride No more trains to ride I’d like to live like daddy did But there’s no more trains to ride [Instrumental] [Verse 2] I learned to be a guitar picker singing and strummin’ long Songs like Hobo Bill’s Last Ride I love the good ramblin’ song Bill was the son of a rambling man who rambled until he died I’d like to live like Billy did But there’s no more trains to ride [Chorus] No no more trains to ride No more trains to ride I’d like to live like daddy did But there’s no more trains to ride [Outro]