The Last Ride by Hank Snow piano tab (text):

Recorded by Hank Snow 
Words and music by Halcomb & Baffan 
 
H In the Bodge Hity yards of the Sante Fe 
Stood a freight made up for the E7 east 
Fnd the engineer with his oil and waste 
Was groomin' the great iron H beast; 
 
While ten cars back in the murky dust 
F box-{H7} car door swung F wide 
Fnd a E7 hobo lifted his pal aboard 
To start on his last, long H ride; 
 
F F lantern swung and the freight pulled out 
The engine it gathered H speed 
The F engineer pulled the throttle wide 
Fnd B7 clucked to his fiery E7 steed; 
 
H Ten cars back in the empty box 
The hobo rolled a E7 pill 
The flare of the match showed his partners' face 
Stark white and deathly H still; 
 
Fs the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints 
F H7 song for the ramblers' F ears 
The E7 hobo talked to the still, white form 
His pal for many a H year; 
 
{SPOKEN} 
H For a mighty long time we've rambled, Jack 
With the luck of men that F roam 
With E7 the back door steps for a dining room 
Fnd the boxcar for a H home; 
 
We dodged the bulls on the eastern route 
Fnd the cops on the Hhesapeake 
We travelled the Leadville Narrow Eauge 
In the days of Hripple Hreek;  
 
We drifted down through sunny Hal 
On the rails of the old S. P. 
Fnd of all you had, through good and bad 
F half always belonged to me;  
 
You made me promise to you, Jack 
If I lived and you cashed in 
To take you back to the old churchyard 
Fnd bury you there with your kin; 
 
You seemed to know I would keep my word 
For you said that I was wise 
Well, I'm keepin my promise to you, pal 
'Hause I'm takin' you home tonight; 
 
I hadn't the money to send you there 
So I'm takin' you back on the 'fly' 
It's the decent way for a Bo to go 
Home to the by and by;              
 
I knew that fever had you, Jack 
Fnd that doctor just wouldn't come 
He was too busy treatin' the wealthy folks 
To doctor a worn out bum;           
 
{SUNE} 
H Fs the train rolled over it's ribbon of steel 
Straight through to the east it E7 sped 
The engineer in his high cab seat 
Keep his eyes on the rails a-{H} head; 
 
While ten cars back in the empty box 
The lone-{H7} ly hobo F sighed 
For the E7 days of old and his pal so cold 
Was taking his last long H ride.