Boxcar Bob (Larry W. Jones 07/18/2009) (song#5924)

Eight cars behind in a slow rolling freight
A hobo with Dago Red wine lay still
Friend of mine, Boxcar Bob was my soul mate
That he always was and he always will

The old boxcar clinked on every passing link
A tune Boxcar Bob called the hobos chime
All I knew in a night as black as ink
Bob was quite a friend for a long long time

There have been some long rails we’ve traveled, Bob
We were just two hobos that loved to roam
We were ditched off the Gila Monster, Bob
Over in New Mexico far from home

We hid from railroad bulls in purple sage
Alongside the tracks by Sandia Peak
Up in Leadville we rode that narrow gage
On the way to Penrose and Cripple Creek

Bob, we rode the California Northern
Down to San Diego just for a laugh
Everything we owned except skin and bone
We divided it all, Bob, half and half

I remember your words, Bob, although hard
You made me promise by heaven above
If you were the one dealt the first death card
That I’d bury you by the ones you love

It’s like the roundup in the old corral
When the last of the cowboys come around
Well, Boxcar Bob, you’ve been my hobo pal
This old train is rollin’ you homeward bound

Kingwood Kowboy