Jay Gould's daughter said before she died
Papa, fix the blinds so the bums can't ride
If ride they must, they got to ride the rod
Let 'em put their trust in the hands of God
In the hands of God
In the hands of God
Let them put their trust in the hands of God

Jay Gould's daughter said, before she died
There's two more trains I'd like to ride
Jay Gould said, "Daughter, what can they be ?"
The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe
The Santa Fe, etc

Jay Gould's daughter said, before she died
There's two more drinks I'd like to try
Jay Gould said, "Daughter what can they be?
They's a glass o' water and a cup o' tea
A cup o' tea, etc

On a Monday morning it begin to rain
'Round the curve come a passenger train
On the blinds was Hobo John
He's a good old hobo, but he's dead and gone
Dead and gone, etc
Charlie Snyder was a good engineer
Told his fireman not to fear
Pour on your water, boys, and shovel on your coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
See the drivers roll, etc