Brandon Davis - Bucksaw Buccaneer (Unreleased Original)

Bucksaw Buccaneer
Written by Brandon Davis
Verse 1:
in the railroad town of bucksaw
They slave from day to day
Working on the iron trail
That hauls their goods away
There’s a mighty locamotive
With a gold toothed engineer
Known all around that railroad town
As the bucksaw buccaneer
Chorus:
Roll on bucksaw buccaneer
Clear on down to Georgia
Let your whistle blow and engine moan
Down the path laid out before ya
Roll on bucksaw buccaneer
Straight on till the morning
Come running back that railroad track
For the good Lord comes a calling
Verse 2:
Top a mountain made of lumber
Lives a pine knotted millionaire
Who pay his fees cutting down them trees
While choking up the air
As the legend goes in bucksaw
Them trees are filled with lies
As that engineer rolls outta here
Something hiding in the pines
Chorus:
Roll on bucksaw buccaneer
Clear on down to Georgia
Let your whistle blow and engine moan
Down the path laid out before ya
Roll on bucksaw buccaneer
Straight on till the morning
Come running back that railroad track
For the good Lord comes a calling
Verse 3:
One day the train took travel
Down the long and lonesome tracks
As the seasons come and gone again
That train never came back
And that millionaire died lonely
As his money disappeared
And there’s tales told high of why they can’t find
The bucksaw buccaneer
Chorus:
Roll on bucksaw buccaneer
Clear on down to Georgia
Let your whistle blow and engine moan
Down the path laid out before ya
Roll on bucksaw buccaneer
Straight on till the morning
Come running back that railroad track
For the good Lord comes a calling
Verse 4:
There’s no lumber on the mountain
And the valleys full of ghosts
In that railroad town where no one’s bound
cause no one cares to go
And I’ve heard it said that if you tread
Down the lonesome tracks you’ll hear
That whistle whine through the lying pines
Of the bucksaw buccaneer