I rode down to Mechanicsburg On a cold and wintery day And I heard a tramp by the railroad tracks And he had these words to say
I worked forty years as a fireman boy On the Pennsylvania line And I ended up just a derelict Drinkin’ Boone’s Farm apple wine
Oh, where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord? Where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord?
I rode out of Mechanicsburg On a freight train a half-mile long But I still think back to the railroad track And that hobo’s mournful song
Oh, where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord? Where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord? Singin’ where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord? Where can a bum find bed and board? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord? When you gonna make it stop rainin’, Lord?