Old Reuben made a train, and he put it on the track He run it to the Lord knows where. 
ref: Oh me, oh my, he run it to the Lord knows where You oughta been in town, to see old Reuben’s train go down You could hear the whistle blow a hundred miles 
I’ve been to the East, and I’ve been to the West 
I’m going where these chilly winds don’t blow Last night I laid in jail, had no money for to go my bail Lord how it sleeted and it snowed 
I got myself a blade, laid ol’ Reuben in the shade I’m startin’ me a graveyard of my own file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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