Last Hobo

He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago

Moved to Tucumcan when the ironwork got show

He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime

'Till he threw it in and he kilt the road to walk that endless line

Now he's The Last Hobo

Riding the last boxcar

On the last freight train

Leaving here

Now he's The Last Hobo

Riding the last boxcar

On the last freight train

Away from here

He tried his hand at lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride

From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried

It must have 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

Away from here

We hardly ever see him

Once or twice and he would stay a day or two

He'd ask about Ramona

Then he'd say that he was only passing through

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

Now he's The Last Hobo

Riding the last boxcar

On the last freight train

Leaving from here

Now he's The Last Hobo

Riding the last boxcar

On the last freight train

Away from here