Hear the whistle blow far off in the still night without stars   See the tracks laid flat with a hammer's might   They're the spike driver's scars   They're the spike driver's scars      By the railroad ties there a hammer lies   It's all painted in red   It's all painted in red   It's all painted in red      The west springs up from the spike driver's blues   And the captain's new shiny shoes   Take to him this hat and hammer   And tell him I'm gone   Won't you tell him I'm gone   I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone      By the railroad ties there a hammer lies   It's all painted in red   It's all painted in red   It's all painted in red