(Tom Paxton)
G C G While walking through the railroad yards on a cold and a rainy night, C G A D7 I saw a string of old boxcars as it pulled out of sight. G C G I heard the whistle blowing just as sad as anything. C G D7 G And it made me think of Cisco, and the songs he used to sing. G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well. Here for just a while, gone a many a mile. D7 G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well.G C G He walked down every highway in this great and mighty land. C G A D7 He sang the songs of what he saw, he sang for every man. G C G He had no truck with nonsense, he sang 'em straight and plain. C G D7 G He got his greatest music from the whistle of a train. G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well. Here for just a while, gone a many a mile. D7 G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well.G C G Well I dreamed that me and Cisco, we were standing in some town. C G A D7 The good clean air was in our lungs And the sun was a-shining down. G C G He said "This land has lots of room, It stretches far and wide. C G D7 G There's a lonesome freight at six-o-eight, Let's grab that train and ride." G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well. Here for just a while, gone a many a mile. D7 G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well.G C G Well, he rambled 'round with Woody, just to see what he could see. C G A D7 And when the Fascist tide was high, he rambled out to sea. G C G And every where he rambled, he made friends of many men. C G D7 G And Cisco's friends can tell us we won't see his kind again. G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well. Here for just a while, gone a many a mile. D7 G Fare thee well, Cisco, fare thee well. D7 G Fare thee well, Cisco. Fare thee well.