The Hobo's Pullman

  Ross H.L. Bowen


Sittin' at the railway station,
Hidin' from the local cops
Waitin' for a westbound freight train --
Hopin' that it stops

I'll be lookin' for an empty boxcar
Open doors on my side
It's called The Hobo's Pullman
It's the car in which I ride.

Don't like to ride on a flatcar,
Sittin' out in the rain,
'N one time I road in a coal car,
But I won't do that again...

Any time I feel like movin'
I pack my clothes and my pride
Then I find myself a freight train
An' I'll mount up and ride.

Got my dinner at the Rescue Mission
Two hot dogs and ice tea
Doesn' make a real fine banquet
But it's good enough for me...

Then I headed to the railway station,
All my things in my case...
'Cause the town police are after me
So I gotta get away.

Well, I got me a Santa Fe boxcar
And now we're leavin' town
Headin't from here to yonder,
'Cause I like to move around.

I don't like bein' lonesome
So maybe I'll see you
If you catch The Hobo's Pullman
The way I always do.