I've known a few hobos in my time, its an interesting life of a particular freedom.
I Know Every Train I know every train that passes this way Where they’re goin’ how long the delays Where to run and where to hide so the bulls don’t catch me when I catch a ride, yeah. I’ve got a little shack, off that cold steel track A place to sleep an’ a fire out the back I can hide it so you can’t see a thing an’ it keeps me dry and out of the rain I like to go fishin’ and play my guitar Drink my whiskey from a Mason jar Ain’t no place I would rather be It seems to be a pretty good life to me If you see Wallace tell him I’m doin’ fine Just a little up on that L&N line Summer’s over, Lord, Lord it’s getting’ late Believe it’s time for me to hop another freight music and words ©Lance Harrison 2005