betting on trains

(Dan Messe)
Someones waving
Someones counting
Someones leaving
Theres fifty dollars on this pony
Chase him down these tracks
Well wont nobody take my business
Ill teach you how to come back
I saw one hundred miles of steel over wood and let her go
I filled my pockets up with coal black with mud and let her go
Ill throw my hat off when
I beat you
Find it when youre gone
Theres straw and cotton around the station
Ill make myself a new one
I held a silver dollar tight inside my fist and let you go
Ive counted all the things
Ive lost that point to this and let you go
The whistles sounding
You are leaving