Silver lines are drawn   wrapped in golden twine,   I've heard tell of you   in ways you would deny      Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum      Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by.      I've listened way too long   to all your stolen lines,   the railroad soon will own   all you've left behind.      Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum      Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by.      Hang there, all alone