Let me tell you the tale of Medicine Jack He went out in the woods and he never came back Equipped with a stick and a big old sack He went too close to the railroad track You know what they say about Medicine Jack He lived his life in a rolldown shack The wind a-screeching through the cracks And the sound of the trains from the railroad track Well here's the truth about Medicine Jack He painted his face and his whole shack black He went up in the woods and he never came back He must have got too close to the railroad track Did you see him on that fateful night? Did you see his grizzly face in the torchlight? Did you see him crawling down among the trees And getting scabs on his hands and knees? Did you see the demise of Medicine Jack His pitiful face still painted black Just a spit and a stride from the rolldown shack Down on by the railroad track? Don't turn your back on Medicine Jack! I was thinking about the ghost of Medicine Jack On starless nights when the sky is black I can hear him singing those deadman's blues And whistling down by the railroad track