"All Aboard Track 17 All Aboard'". YEEEHAAW. Now this song is dedicated. To all the hard workin' pioneers of this country. Setting out discovering the West. Bringin' a railroad to where no man has ever been before.. Johnny he worked on a railroad. A poundin' on iron and steel. Workin' his way out West now. The only sure things his next meal. America was young. But she was a growin'. Layin' tracks across the prairie. Not knowing where they're going. His mother didn't wanna' leave him. But now he's in the West. She said please don't go. But he said if I don't I'll never rest. It wasn't always easy. Some of the boys died. Johnny wrote her letters. But received no replies. Johnny he worked on a railroad. A poundin' on iron and steel. Workin' his way out West now. The only sure things his next meal. Johhny reached San Francisco. Tired and broke without a dime. Started panning for gold. Just a hopin' he would find. The gold wasn't a rushin'. But Johnny kept on minin'. Trying to send his mama something. With the letters he was signing. Then one day Johnny finally got a reply. When he opened mama's letter. He began to cry. She's a writin' from her deathbed. And this is what she said. Please don't be mad at me son. 'Ccause tomorrow I'll be dead. Johnny he worked on a railroad. A poundin' on iron and steel. Workin' his way out West now. The only sure things his next meal