Oh, my name is Dewey Thompson
I'm a freight train engineer
I've been up down this nation's tracks
for nigh on thirty years

I've got a kid in Boston
I've got one in L.A.
Neither of them know their pa
And I pray it stays that way

Cause their daddy is a killer
Yes he is a wanted man
Staying on these rails
Cause he is on the lamb

Killed a man named Stuckie Walken
Down in old Red Stick
Poured four slugs into his hide
though the first one did the trick

Don't know why I did it
No don't know why at all
Just a stone cold feeling
As I watched that dead man fall

So if you see me coming
Don't you say a word
Don't give no clue to the law
Of the things you knew occurred

Cause here I am a running
Out here on the loose
And if the law catch up with me
I'm going to wear a noose.