Song | Hobo Train |
Artist | Paddy Goes to Holyhead |
Album | Hooray |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Today it began to rain | |
I jumped upon a rolling train | |
They call me Hobo Jack by name | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
Hurry up the engine lad, | |
hurry up the train I said | |
I feel lonely I feel sad | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
One more road I′d like to ride | |
said the bum before he died | |
When the train rolls in the night | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
Wherever I lay down my head | |
upon my bundle and my bag | |
I call my home until I′m dead | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
I rode the train from coast to coast | |
but in the mountains I like most | |
Been everywhere that is my boast | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
Been on busses been on planes | |
so to all I must explain | |
Nothing beats a railroad train | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
I′m waiting for a Hobo Train | |
it sends a message to my brain | |
I wanna ride the rails again | |
I couldn′t cure the fever | |
Now I′m grey and old and bent | |
soon to heaven I′ll be send | |
On Peter′s train I′ll be content | |
they couldn′t cure the fever |
Today it began to rain | |
I jumped upon a rolling train | |
They call me Hobo Jack by name | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Hurry up the engine lad, | |
hurry up the train I said | |
I feel lonely I feel sad | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
One more road I d like to ride | |
said the bum before he died | |
When the train rolls in the night | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Wherever I lay down my head | |
upon my bundle and my bag | |
I call my home until I m dead | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
I rode the train from coast to coast | |
but in the mountains I like most | |
Been everywhere that is my boast | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Been on busses been on planes | |
so to all I must explain | |
Nothing beats a railroad train | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
I m waiting for a Hobo Train | |
it sends a message to my brain | |
I wanna ride the rails again | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Now I m grey and old and bent | |
soon to heaven I ll be send | |
On Peter s train I ll be content | |
they couldn t cure the fever |
Today it began to rain | |
I jumped upon a rolling train | |
They call me Hobo Jack by name | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Hurry up the engine lad, | |
hurry up the train I said | |
I feel lonely I feel sad | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
One more road I d like to ride | |
said the bum before he died | |
When the train rolls in the night | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Wherever I lay down my head | |
upon my bundle and my bag | |
I call my home until I m dead | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
I rode the train from coast to coast | |
but in the mountains I like most | |
Been everywhere that is my boast | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Been on busses been on planes | |
so to all I must explain | |
Nothing beats a railroad train | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
I m waiting for a Hobo Train | |
it sends a message to my brain | |
I wanna ride the rails again | |
I couldn t cure the fever | |
Now I m grey and old and bent | |
soon to heaven I ll be send | |
On Peter s train I ll be content | |
they couldn t cure the fever |