The Battler Songtext
von Paul Bond

See the caboose lights leave round the track, my hands are scraped with sand and cinders
After Kalkaska the train rides on, all the way to Mancelona
But I swear I′ll get that brakeman some day

Beechwood burrs crack under my shoes, there's burning logs and fallen timber
Fires in the dark and a ham and egg sandwich, and Ad and Bugs by the grease and skillets
And I swear I′ll get Ad Francis some day

Back to the track and the next town over, and now I'm sure I need no woman,
Now I'm sure I need no woman