When I was just a baby, My Mama told me, "Dick,
Always be a good Veep,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot Dan in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's Ted Kennedy's eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
He's probably drinkin' whiskey,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But the New York Times keep printin',
And that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Washington, DC,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot Dan in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.