A song about some place in between - a no man's land.
Story behind the song
Originally penned as something expressing regret for missed opportunities and a lament about unfinished goodbyes through images of oppresion .
Lyrics
Old Trains And Hobos
© MJB Mar 1/06
Just a coal faced hawbuck lookin’ for some work
Steamin’ through the pages of pulp fiction
Or a clumsy old tramp who’s slidin’ from his perps
Down the rails of a matinee movie station
It’s all but a memory now
Lost souls and days gone by
Like old trains and hobos
Ridin’ wishes through the sky
They’re standin’ in the station
A last chance to say goodbye
Like old trains and hobos
One more ride before they die
Wanderer on an iron horse goin’ down the tracks
Another Broadway melodrama staged to tell his tale
Drifter just counts the rows of ties that he wants back
Paints another picture of a man born to fail
Runaway on a cannonball shootin for the stars
Buried in obscurity at the end of the evening news
Kitschy old Dreamer robs a money train
Buys one more bottle then trys to drown the railroad blues
Copyright © 2007; Ruro Music
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