Merle Haggard — No More Trains to Ride

[Verse 1] I was raised in a Santa Fe reaver In a little California town Three doors 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 my 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 [Verse 2] I learned to be a guitar picker Singing and strumming long Songs like "Hobo Bill's Last Ride" I love the good rambling song Bill was the son of the 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