Tom Paxton - The Last Hobo lyrics
[Tom Paxton - The Last Hobo lyrics]
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 scratchin' for every dime
Until he threw it in and he hit
The road to walk the endless line
Now he's the last hobo
Ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He tried and handled lots of jobs and
He did 'em all with pride
From shoеin' mules to drivin' trucks
He masterеd 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
Ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' 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 passin' 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 sinkin' lower and
He's lookin' for her still
He's still alive, hobo
Ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He is the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
A long lifetime ago moved to Tucamcari when
The iron work got slow
It was corn bread and hard scrabble
And a scratchin' for every dime
Until he threw it in and he hit
The road to walk the endless line
Now he's the last hobo
Ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He tried and handled lots of jobs and
He did 'em all with pride
From shoеin' mules to drivin' trucks
He masterеd 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
Ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' 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 passin' 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 sinkin' lower and
He's lookin' for her still
He's still alive, hobo
Ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here
He is the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar
On the last freight train, leavin' here