Moving down the railway line,
And it's made it forty miles,
Shuffling through the snow
His father in a mining camp
And he's looking for his dad
And he's looking out for love
Just a lost little boy by the
He's a -gettin' mighty hungry,
it's been a time since the last he's ate.
And as the night grows colder,
Or his legs are wracked with pain
He staggers through the night
As he sees through his troubled eye s
His hands are turning white
Is that the great wind evil
come to look upon my face?
And are the stars exploding
down the misty isle space?
Who's that coming down the track,
shuffling through the snow
Moving down the railway line,
And he's made it forty miles,
there's a hundred left to go
It's a long, old, lonesome journey,
shuffling through the snow
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