クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dwight McCall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Collins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dwight McCall
Producer
歌詞
Poor old man, bless his soul
Lost his life 'neath tons of coal
Jug and knapsack by his side
He rode that train for his last ride
He rode the coal train just for fun
Top of the coal car, asleep in the sun
When the train stopped, he did not know
That pain and death were far below
Poor old man, what's your game?
Where'd you come from? What's your name?
How will we ever know?
Poor old man
Beneath tons of black, he lost his grip
On the grain which no man should pick
He lost his breath so he could not shout
The auger chewed him up and spit him out
They found a piece here, they found a piece there
Not a piece big enough to know just where
This poor man came from or his name
Just pick up the pieces of what remains
Poor old man, what's your game?
Where'd you come from? What's your name?
How will we ever know?
Poor old man
They put him in a wood box, they put him on the line
To ride that train just one last time
They buried him in a deep dark hole
Poor old man, bless his soul
Poor old man, what's your game?
Where'd you come from? What's your name?
How will we ever know?
Poor old man
Poor old man, what's your game?
Where'd you come from? What's your name?
How will we ever know?
Poor old man
Written by: Mike Collins
