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