Eugene To Yuma

Makin' way from Eugene to Yuma
 Thought we'd try by train
 Let an old drunkard claim
 We'll take the Hotshot straight to LA
 When we got to the freight yard
 The old man didn't have one thing to say
 After a drunken fight
 Spent the night, still in Eugene
 I talked to the brake man
 He said, "the fourth track is your train, man
 But you're gonna need to make a switch in Roseville, California"
 There'll be a mission 'till you're west-bound
 Through a golden valley
 Sleeping in an alley
 Bakersfield, we played for the people there
 Some folks'd stop and stare
 "What them white boys doin' in this part of town?"
 Colton, California
 Four days we would be there
 Took a while, stole a smile, but we made it out
 Up over the mountain ridge
 Just past the iron bridge
 There's a big yard
 Them yard boys were hard, the ground was white
 Just like Desperado said
 High upon a hill, a man named Will
 Pointed me which way to go
 "Middle track's straight to Yuma, left track's back to Bakersfield
 And that loop on the right, they call that the LA Turnaround
 Boy, you find yourself on that, better get off quick"
 Well it was late at night and we were sleepin' tight
 Woke up to some bright lights
 'Cause we were sleeping clean in sight
 It was three yard-boys wanting to know if we were killers
 See, two weeks prior to arriving to Yuma
 Some tramp shot two boys dead
 That was Eugene to Yuma
 Just Eugene to Yuma
 Eugene to Yuma
 That was Eugene to Yuma
 Just Eugene to Yuma
 Eugene to Yuma
 Eugene to Yuma