Rail Nomads

Since the dawn of humanity Nomads and Hobo sapiens Have been looking for a safe campfire To warm up their soul Share stories and shoot the breeze under the stars Eating together around a nice cozy fire Play music and draw signs of their adventures Washing themselves and their clothes in some fresh water And moving on to a better life Just as Rail Nomads, Homeward bound nomadic workers Traveling musicans, Hobos, tramps, rail bums, sisters of the road Modern freight train riders, gandy dancers and railroaders Have been doing since 150 years on the railroad tracks The hobo jungle is the official meeting place of all hobos There is one in every town At these jungle we build a big fire and everybody bring is mooch We share food in the mulligan stew and we cook it up We usually sleep around the jungle too The life in the camp usually consist of cooking and moving on We take cans and blow the top off and use them for drinking cups And use them to wash our clothes in After a meal we clean up the camp Stack up our tin cans, pile up the woods And if its time to catch a train To the next place, we do so We have to hustle for wood more than food We have to be real smart with the bulls. (the rail police) We sleep in the jungle many times, and the most wonderful poetry I ever heard was recited at night around the campfire