Run 8 Rider - The Ballad of Marshal Smith Lyrics
Run 8 Rider Lyrics
The Ballad of Marshal Smith Lyrics
The people took their places as he checked them off his list.
The engineer said, Sit back and just enjoy the ride.
The train began a humming, the sheep-le dosing off inside.
The engineer kept callin for more and more steam.
The firemans scoop answered with disturbing speed.
Pre-chorus:
Shes a Runaway
It's comin off the tracks
We gotta take control
We better win her back
Chorus
Callin all of you cowboys and all of you cowgirls
A gang has seized control of our little world.
The sandbox is empty and were 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
Its time to make a stand and you know what you have to do.
Boney hands are taxing the throttle and theyve broken off the brake.
The boilers burned through all the coal and now theyre burnin 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 couldnt take no more he decided to switch sides.
He found the Marshals 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,
Boy where do you think youre going? Dont you know your time is through?
The doomed Marshal just smiled, he knew exactly what to do.
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Give the devil his due!
Adam unskinned his Peacemaker, its name Shining Truth.
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.
Pre-chorus:
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
Over Dover,
The engineer said, Sit back and just enjoy the ride.
The train began a humming, the sheep-le dosing off inside.
The engineer kept callin for more and more steam.
The firemans scoop answered with disturbing speed.
Pre-chorus:
Shes a Runaway
It's comin off the tracks
We gotta take control
We better win her back
Chorus
Callin all of you cowboys and all of you cowgirls
A gang has seized control of our little world.
The sandbox is empty and were 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
Its time to make a stand and you know what you have to do.
Boney hands are taxing the throttle and theyve broken off the brake.
The boilers burned through all the coal and now theyre burnin 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 couldnt take no more he decided to switch sides.
He found the Marshals 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,
Boy where do you think youre going? Dont you know your time is through?
The doomed Marshal just smiled, he knew exactly what to do.
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Give the devil his due!
Adam unskinned his Peacemaker, its name Shining Truth.
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.
Pre-chorus:
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
Over Dover,
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