Last Train From Maine (Larry W Jones 09/12/2013) (song#6749)

I’m riding the last train from Maine
On rails that must be worn and old
This boxcar’s rolling through the rain
Ain’t no consoling from the cold
Us hobos are never welcome
We’re forever in ragged clothes
I’m riding the last train from Maine
Rolling south where the warm wind blows

I know every hobo jungle
All down from Maine to New Orleans
My bedroll is in a jumble
My socks have stains that can’t be seen
There’s a big black locomotive
On the boiler is number one
I’m riding the last train from Maine
Rolling south toward a warmer sun

(instrumental)

I’m riding the last train from Maine
On rails that must be worn and old
This boxcar’s rolling through the rain
Ain’t no consoling from the cold
Us hobos are never welcome
We’re forever in ragged clothes
I’m riding the last train from Maine
Rolling south where the warm wind blows

Other hobos will be waiting
When this long freight train comes around
I can tell by the wheels grating
Throttle’s back and we’re slowing down
This ride has covered much terrain
From up north where I nearly froze
I’m riding the last train from Maine
Rolling south wearing summer clothes

(instrumental)

I’m riding the last train from Maine
On rails that must be worn and old
This boxcar’s rolling through the rain
Ain’t no consoling from the cold
Us hobos are never welcome
We’re forever in ragged clothes
I’m riding the last train from Maine
Rolling south where the warm wind blows

I’m riding the last train from Maine
Rolling south where the warm wind blows

Kingwood Kowboy