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The Train To Buffalo
I pulled up my mask and with the other four
Waited by the creek for the locomotive's roar
And when we saw the smoke and heard the whistle blow
We rode out to rob the train to Buffalo
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We broke free the baggage car, the papers would report
And when we blew the safe, they heard it back in Davenport
A fortune for the taking, silver, jewels and gold
More than we could carry, more than we could hold
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We buried it to make our getaway
Off in the distance, you could hear the bloodhounds bray
But soon the trail grew cold and they would never know
Who robbed the train to Buffalo
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In a Texas town, we kept in the clear
And left our treasure hidden for more than a year
Then two of us got drunk one night in a saloon
And I asked if we'd be back to get the money soon
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His eyes narrowed and his hand dropped to his side
And I knew the rest decided one of us should die
But we both drew fast and true and as they cradled me
The last thing that I did was name the other three
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If I was going to die for robbery
They would pay as well for their treachery
So in the end there wouldn't be a thing to show
When we robbed the train to Buffalo
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One hundred years have passed, still others fortune seek
Along these railroad tracks, down below the creek
Dreaming of the riches, waiting to be found
My advice would be to leave it in the ground
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And keep in mind the story you've been told
You can take the silver, but the devil gets the gold
I wish someone had told me this long ago
When we robbed the train to Buffalo
Ray Lambiase vocal, acoustic guitar
Bill Ayasse fiddle
John Kribs acoustic lead guitar
Orion Kribs mandolin
Kevin Maul dobro
Jim Uhl bass
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