The Mercury is rising

I got nothing left to say

Everywhere upon this world

Has left me oh today

 The branch is breaking 

 Underfoot 

I see my fall is clear

I'll take you down with me

And you can be my dear

I rode the train to Wichita

I rode it all the way 

I rode it past the steer yard

And to heights I couldn't say

I rode it  past the workers

They had nothing left to say

 But now my train ridings done

And I'll go on my way

The window was still open

The rain was pouring in

The stove was cold

The kitchen too

 But Bonaparte sat in a chair

Smoking a cheroot

He hardly moved but 

Coughed once or twice

 His old grey coat was tattered

  And his shoes were worn thin

  He smiled at me and asked

Where the heck have you been?

I stole a mule in Pasadena

Ran a borax team in Death Valley

I'd wandered thru the PNW

THROUGH the rain and cold

I bet on horses in Tennessee

Married a gal in Saskatoon

But she's long gone

And here I am 

What time is it?