Old Hobos Never Die
This old train station's lonesome
But it's got a hold on me
I was born to be a rider
Of these rails that carry me
Lots of boxcars been my motel room
And honky tonks my home
It's in my blood to wander
Yeah it's in my soul to roam
I have seen alot of women
With a question in their eyes
But a rambler who's a lover
He's a bird that never flies
Many nights I've taken comfort
For a sweet touch and a song
But the morning brings the fever
And I have to move along
Yeah this train stations lonesome
But it's got a hold on me
I was born to be a rider
Of these rails that carry me
Many boxcars been my motel room
And honky tonks my home
It's in my blood to wander
It's in my soul to roam
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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