Call up the Santa Fe   Go and get them on the phone   And tell 'em to run one more train   Come and take an old man home      Gone and married off my daughter   And the war has claimed my son   Lord, you know, I had to bury (yeah)   The one I called my darling one      Lord, I'm so tired (tired) and so my friend, I've got to get back home again   I'm so tired (tired) and though it's been good, good bye   I hope I see you again      You know, parting is such sad sorrow   When you go and leave a friend   When you know there's no tomorrow   and you'll not see him again      Call up the Santa Fe   Go and get them on the phone   And tell them to run one more train   Come and take an old man home      I'm so tired (tired) and so my friend, I've got to get back home again   Lord, I'm tired (tired) and though it's been good, good bye   I hope I see you again      Oh!