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Hobo Tales
There once was a hobo that lived by the tracks
Never ate a full meal, just ate lots of snacks
He rode in a boxcar most everywhere he went
And traveled for free, didn’t spend a cent
He had a name most think sounds quite silly
Friends and foes called him Boxcar Willy
He made a friend, his name was Larry
Only had one eye and looked kind of scary
They traveled awhile and seemed to do well
Till they hopped the wrong train, headed for hell
It was headed to Yuma and a prison at that
The ride they were taking was never coming back
They hopped that train in the dark of night
Without a clue what would be their plight
Next morning, Willy was startled at first daylight
He couldn’t believe what came into sight
Three men with knives were circling Larry
They were screaming at him and calling him Harry
Seems he had betrayed them on a Mississippi ferry
Willy pulled his gun and said back off from Larry
They grabbed him from the back, put a knife to his throat
They said, “throw out the gun are you’ll be in the same boat
I pitched it out the door, then much to my surprise
Larry disappeared right before our eyes
With nothing to do for hours on end
We all road the rails and had stories to spin
But of all I’ve heard and all I’ve told
The story of Larry disappearing, broke to mold
Copyright ©
Bill Baker
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