| There was a chill that night in the hobo jungle | |
| Over the train yard lay a smooth coat of frost | |
| And although nobody here really knows where they're goin' | |
| At the very same time nobody's lost | |
| Then the fire went out and the night grew still | |
| This old man lay frozen on the cold, cold ground | |
| He was a stray bird and the road was his callin' | |
| Ridin' the rods | |
| Sleepin' under the stars | |
| Playin' the odds from a rollin' box car | |
| She attended the fun'ral in the hobo jungle | |
| Long were they lovers though never could they wed | |
| Drifters and rounders and distant friends | |
| Here I lie without anger or regret | |
| I'm in no one's debt | |
| Man goes nowhere | |
| Ev'rything comes like tomorrow | |
| But she took that last ride there by his side | |
| He spent his whole life pursuing the horizon | |
| Ridin' the rods | |
| Sleepin' under the stars | |
| Playin' the odds from a rollin' box car |
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