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I rode down to Mechanicsburg |
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on a cold and wintery day |
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and I heard a tram by the railroad tracks |
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and he had these words to say |
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I worked forty years as a fireman boy |
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on the Pennsylvania line |
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and I ended up just a derelict |
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drinkin' booms farm apple wine |
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where can a bum find bed and board |
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when you gonna make it stop rainin' lord |
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I rode out of Mechanicsburg |
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on a freight train a half mile long |
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but i still think back to the railroad track |
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and that hobo's mournful song |
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where can a bum find bed and board |
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when you gonna make it stop rainin' lord |
