hobo jungle

there was a chill that night in the hobo jungle

over the train yard lay a smooth coat of frost

and although nobody here really knows where they're goin'

at the very same time nobody's lost

then the fire went out and the night grew still

this old man lay frozen on the cold

cold ground

he was a stray bird and the road was his callin'

ridin' the rods

sleepin' under the stars

playin' the harp from a rollin' box car

she attended the fun'ral in the hobo jungle

long were they lovers though never could they wed

drifters and rounders

oooh

and distant friends

here i lie without anger or regret

i'm in no one's debt

man goes nowhere

ev'rything comes like tomorrow

but she took that last ride there by his side

he spent his whole life pursuing the horizon

ridin' the rods

sleepin' under the stars

playin' the harp from a rollin' box car