Riding The Rails Of The Outward Bound (Larry W. Jones 05/10/2007) (song#4639)

Looking out this open boxcar door
At the cold heavy falling snows
Around the midnight train it blows
And on the tattered plywood floor
Thinking of the crackle of a hobo’s fire
Is just another thing to get me down
Wondering why I’m on this midnight flyer
Riding the rails of the outward bound

Another blue monday, another new town
There’s not a lot for lonely hobos to do
I’ve seen faces staring at the ground
But the only one I’m caring about is you
I read all of last week’s funny papers
One had teardrops falling off a clown
Funny how folks laugh at hobo’s capers
Riding the rails of the outward bound

– instrumental –

Another blue monday, another new town
There’s not a lot for lonely hobos to do
I’ve seen faces staring at the ground
But the only one I’m caring about is you

I listen for footsteps of the railroad bull
Hoping I don’t see him at my boxcar door
And if this coat had a little bit more wool
Maybe I could feel as warm as I was before
And the winter this year is sure to last
I’m headin’ south where the sun is found
On down the tracks far away from my past
Riding the rails of the outward bound


Kingwood Kowboy