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Last Hobo
He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago.
Moved to Tucumcari when the ironwork got slow.
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime.
'Til he threw it in and he hit 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 hands 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.
Still 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.
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Away from here.
On the last freight train.
Riding the last boxcar.
Now he's the Last Hobo.
Leaving here.
On the last freight train.
Riding the last boxcar.
Still he's the Last Hobo.
Now his sun is sinking lower and he's looking for her still.
He's looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill.
And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe.
Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way.
Then he'd say that he was only passing through.
He'd ask about Ramona.
Once or twice and he would stay a day or two.
We hardly ever see him,
Away from here.
On the last freight train.
Riding the last boxcar.
Now he's the Last Hobo.
When she ran away and left him you could see the fire go out.
It must have been Ramona, she was all he cared about.
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried.
He tried his hands at lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride.
Away from here.
On the last freight train.
Riding the last boxcar.
Now he's the Last Hobo.
Leaving here.
On the last freight train.
Riding the last boxcar.
Now he's the Last Hobo.
'Til he threw it in and he hit the road to walk that endless line.
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime.
Moved to Tucumcari when the ironwork got slow.
He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago.
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