While walkin' through the railroad yard
On a cold and a rainy night
I saw a string of old boxcars
As it pulled out of sight
I heard the whistle blowin'
And it made me think of Cisco
And the songs he used to sing
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
He walked down every highway
In this great and mighty land
He sang the songs of what he saw
He had no truck with nonsense
He sang 'em straight and plain
He got his greatest music
From the whistle of a train
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Well, I dreamed that me and Cisco
We were standin' in some town
The good clean air was in our lungs
And the sun was a- shining down
He said, "This land has lots of room
It stretches far and wide
There's a lonesome freight
Let's grab that train and ride"
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Well, he rambled 'round with Woody
Just to see what he could see
And when the fascist tide was high
And everywhere he rambled
He made friends of many men
And Cisco's friends can tell us
We won't see his kind again
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well
Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee wel
