Nobody Rides A Train

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I took this one room shady just off the right of way So I'd be near the freight trains that whsitled by each day But more and more I've noticed that fewer trains go by It seems the railroad days are gone, and I often wonder why [Chorus] Nobody rides the train The days of railroad bums are nearly gone There are no more jungle camps outside sleepy towns No more nights beneath the stars upon the sweet, warm ground I hate to see them pass Though the memories that I have will never change But it makes me feel so bad, it makes my old heart sad Nobody rides the train [Verse 2] There was a time that I recall, when the hobo bum was king At times there'd be a hundred 'bos upon a single train A million restless men searching for the promised land But now they're just a memory in the heart of this old man I recall the dark-eyed girl outside of Baltimore And she had a hobo's mark and chop on her door She fed me in her kitchen and she warmed me by her fire I kissed her on her pale white cheek and I caught that midnight flyer I've spent many summer nights down in the yuppie yards Huddled in a box car, hiding from the railroad guards The Cannonball up to Texas, oh, the special up to Maine When things were more than I could take, I could always take a train [Chorus] But nobody rides the train The days of railroad bums are nearly gone There are no more jungle camps outside sleepy towns No more nights beneath the stars upon the sweet, warm ground I hate to see them pass Though the memories that I have will never change But it makes me feel so bad, it makes my old heart sad Nobody rides the train Nobody rides the train The days of railroad bums are nearly gone There are no more jungle camps outside sleepy towns No more nights beneath the stars upon the sweet, warm ground I hate to see them pass Though the memories that I have will never change But it makes me feel so bad, it makes my old heart sad Nobody rides the train [Outro] Nobody rides the train (nobody, nobody, nobody rides the train) The days of railroad bums are nearly gone There are no more jungle camps outside sleepy towns No more nights beneath the stars upon the sweet, warm ground I hate to see them pass (I hate to, I hate to, I hate to see them pass) Though the memories that I have will never change But it makes me feel so bad, it makes my old heart sad Nobody rides the train