Well, I spent some time out on the Western Plains.  Drivin’ spike was my claim to fame.  I worked that hammer hard and fast.  Put down track that was built to last .  I took my supper underneath the stars, as far as the eye could see.  You know, Railroad work is long and hard, but it’s done all right by me.  Came down out of the mountains three months ago.  Me & Crosseyed Willie & Ol’ Chinese Joe.  The wind did howl and the rain did sting, and I was makin’ that Ten Pound Hammer sing.  The Survey Men done set us straight, now we’re movin’ right down that line.  Headin’ towards Promontory, Utah, boys, in the spring of 1869.  Swing that hammer, boy, workin’ all night and day.  Swing that hammer, but I know it’s gonna end some day.  I hopped the Locomotive for the final mile and I rode that engine with a big ol’ smile.  There was the Central and the Union standing eye to eye.  It’s almost enough to make a grown man cry.  It’s been near three years since I last was home and I’ve seen all the sights to see.  I always felt the need to roam, but right now, Texas is where I need to be.  Swing that hammer, boy, there never came a sweeter sound than on that day when I laid that old hammer down.