The Last Hobo - Tom Paxton

He was born in International Falls a long lifetime ago

Moved to Tucamcari when the iron work got slow

It was corn bread and hard scrabble and a scratchin' for every dime

Until he threw it in and he hit the road to walk the endless line

Now he’s the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar

On the last freight train, leavin' here

He’s the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar

On the last freight train, leavin' here

He tried and handled lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride

From shoin' mules to drivin' trucks, he masterd what he tried

It must’ve been Ramona;

she was all he cared about

When she ran away and left him, you could see the fire go out

Now he’s the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar

On the last freight train, leavin' here

He’s the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar

On the last freight train, leavin' here

We hardly ever see him, once or twice a year he stay a day or two

He’ll ask about Ramona, then he’ll say that he was only passin' though

Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way

And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe

He’s looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill

Now his sun is sinkin' lower and he’s lookin' for her still