Ray Lawrence Jr. - Hobo Story Lyrics
When a hobo jumps a freight train, he ain’t never coming backMy thirst tougher than a rail yard, twice as hard to catch a trainWhen your heart is fond of rambling, you gotta hit the rails againRiffWhen you ride inside a box car, be careful how you runGotta make sure you don’t wind up on the wrong side of a gunOne day, someday, maybe, you’ll lead a hobo’s lifeSettle in a city, with a gal who’d be your wifeRiffSometimes when your ride the rails it gets hard to surviveSometimes you meet old hobos that are still aliveThe stories they tell are many, you can learn a thing or twoLike I learned from my granddad who was a hobo twoRiffWell, granddad rode the rails back in the good ‘ol daysSo when I was a young lad I learned some hobo waysI learned about white lightning and nether berry wineAnd how to make that hobo stew that tasted mighty fineRiffSo that’s my hobo story, just one of many talesThat I learned from my granddad who really rode the railsNow granddads up in Heaven, probly riding on a trainIf there’s freight trains up in Heaven, he’ll ride a box car once again
