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Al Duvall - Handsome Petes Last Ride Lyrics

Boys I made the circuit as a pest
From the Yukon down to Key West
'Til I faced the guns of the Pinkertons
And to them my capers I confessed
They pinned some jobs on me I didn't do
But a hobo's alibis are few
I was held by Sarge on a groundless charge
In the 'lectric chair at San Berdoo
He said: "Handsome Pete, come and cool your feet--
Hop up on the barbecue stool!"

When they strapped me down to it I cried
I can hold down any bumpy ride
But when thе switch was thrown I felt every bonе
Get all dislocated up inside
I hadn't held a job since '89
Now I'm the main conductor on the line
She's a cannonball but I made her stall
When I blew the fuse with my spine
They said" "Don't you fret--we'll just get reset
And you'll soon be gettin' where you're gwine!"

So they let this prisoner re-volt
And that rattler took off with a jolt
I thought I beat the odds, but when I rode those rods
'twas like I hopped a lightning bolt
They doubled up the juice but the straps burned loose
And I ran round like a branded colt
Well by this time I was plenty sore
And I started crawling for the door
They said: "Ease your head, you'll be back on schedule
Just sit tight a little more."

Well the third time always is a charm
Smoke was puffing out my head and arm
Boys that train was fast my whole life flew past
On that third-rail express away from harm
Time to hop that one-man boxcar down
A hole out by the prison farm