Great American Railway

In eighteen hundred and eighty one
The American Railway was begun
The American Railway was begun
The Great American Railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Swinging switches
Dodging hitches
I was working on the Railway
Or
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
The Great American Railway
In eighteen hundred and eighty two
I found myself with nothing to do
I found myself with nothing to do
Just beside the Railway

Chorus

In eighteen hundred and eighty three
The overseer accepted me
The overseer accepted me
For work upon the Railway

Chorus

In eighteen hundred and eighty four
My hands were tired and my feet were sore
My hands were tired and my feet were sore
From working on the Railway

Chorus

In eighteen hundred and eighty five
I found myself more dead than alive
From working on the Railway

Chorus

In eighteen hundred and eighty six
I trod on a bundle of dynamite sticks
I trod on a bundle of dynamite sticks
Just beside the Railway

Chorus

In eighteen hundred and eighty seven
I found myself half way to heaven
I found myself half way to heaven
Just above the Railway

I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches
Swinging switches
Dodging hitches
I was working on the Railway
Or
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
Patsy - atsy - or - ee - ay
The Great American Railway