The Last Hobo

(álbum: Boat In The Water - 2017)

He was born in International Falls a long lifetime ago
Moved to Tucamcari when the iron work got slow
It was corn bread and hard scrabble and a scratching for every dime
Until he threw it in and he hit the road to walk the endless line

Now he's the last hobo, riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leaving here
He's the last hobo, riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leaving here

He tried and handled lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried
It must've been Ramona; she was all he cared about
When she ran away and left him, you could see the fire go out

Now he's the last hobo, riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leaving here
He's the last hobo, riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leaving here

We hardly ever see him, once or twice a year he stay a day or two
He'll ask about Ramona, then he'll say that he was only passing though

Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way
And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe
He's looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill
Now his sun is sinking lower and he's looking for her still

He's still alive, hobo, riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leaving here
He is the last hobo, riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leaving here