Last Of The Hobo Kings

	作曲 : Gauthier
	Steam Train Maury died last night
	His wife Wanda by his side
	He caught the Westbound out of here
	Hopped the high irons to the by and by
	They say he jumped ten thousand trains
	Rode a million miles for free
	Helped out at VA hospitals
	And penitentiaries
	Dandy Dave, Rusty Nails and Sweet Lady Sugar Cane
	Dead Eye Kate and the Baloney Kid raise their cups tonight in Steam Train's name
	Senators, congressmen, puppets on a string
	Among the windswept vagabonds Steam Train was the king
	The last of the hobo kings
	The last of the hobo kings
	Now bums just drink and wander round
	Tramps dream and wander too
	But a hobo was a pioneer
	Who preferred to work for food
	He knew how his nation was doing
	By the length of a side walk cigarette butt
	Born with an aching wanderlust
	Embedded in his gut
	Hounded, beaten, laughed at, broke
	Chased out of every town
	With a walking stick sceptre
	And his shredded coffee can crown
	The last of the hobo kings
	He was the last of the hobo kings
	The last free men are hoboes
	Steinbeck said, and he paid cash
	And the stories that he bought from them
	Helped write the Grapes of Wrath
	But boxcars have been sealed for years
	And trespassers do time
	And the railroad yards are razor wired
	And hoboing's a crime
	So here's to you Steam Train Maury
	Hold that Westbound tight
	As you ride off into history
	The last hobo, the last ride
	The last of the hobo king
	He was the last of the hobo kings

	zuò qǔ : Gauthier
	Steam Train Maury died last night
	His wife Wanda by his side
	He caught the Westbound out of here
	Hopped the high irons to the by and by
	They say he jumped ten thousand trains
	Rode a million miles for free
	Helped out at VA hospitals
	And penitentiaries
	Dandy Dave, Rusty Nails and Sweet Lady Sugar Cane
	Dead Eye Kate and the Baloney Kid raise their cups tonight in Steam Train' s name
	Senators, congressmen, puppets on a string
	Among the windswept vagabonds Steam Train was the king
	The last of the hobo kings
	The last of the hobo kings
	Now bums just drink and wander round
	Tramps dream and wander too
	But a hobo was a pioneer
	Who preferred to work for food
	He knew how his nation was doing
	By the length of a side walk cigarette butt
	Born with an aching wanderlust
	Embedded in his gut
	Hounded, beaten, laughed at, broke
	Chased out of every town
	With a walking stick sceptre
	And his shredded coffee can crown
	The last of the hobo kings
	He was the last of the hobo kings
	The last free men are hoboes
	Steinbeck said, and he paid cash
	And the stories that he bought from them
	Helped write the Grapes of Wrath
	But boxcars have been sealed for years
	And trespassers do time
	And the railroad yards are razor wired
	And hoboing' s a crime
	So here' s to you Steam Train Maury
	Hold that Westbound tight
	As you ride off into history
	The last hobo, the last ride
	The last of the hobo king
	He was the last of the hobo kings