Til The Boxcar Got Old (Larry W Jones 07/04/2019) (song #7550)

There’s an old wooden boxcar that’s left to rot away
It’s one I rode the rails in back in the good old days
The hobos were my neighbors and all of us rode free
When that old boxcar was new it was something to see

I started out when I was young to see the whole world
I saw the four winds blow and saw scenes of life unfurled
Never owned no land and I never had any gold
For forty long years I rode til the boxcar got old

(Instrumental)

I heard my Daddy say son there’s danger when alone
I can see you’re restless and want to be on your own
So I watched my back and survived where that boxcar rolled
For forty long years I rode til the boxcar got old

Steel wheels on the boxcar and the wood was painted green
Clicking and the clacking said it was no limousine
But that was fine with me cause I never fit that mold
For forty long years I rode til the boxcar got old

But that was fine with me cause I never fit that mold
Iron rails I rode til I and that new boxcar got old

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