He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago
Moved to Tucumcan when the ironwork got show
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime
Till he threw it in and he kilt the road to walk that endless line
Now hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving here
Now hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here
He tried his hand at lots of jobs and he did em all with pride
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried
It must have been Ramona, she was all he cared about
When she ran away and left him you could see the fire go out
Now hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here
We hardly ever see him
Once or twice and he would stay a day or two
Hed ask about Ramona
Then hed say that he was only passing through
Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way
And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe
Hes looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill
Now his sun is sinking lower and hes looking for her still
Now hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving from here
Now hes The Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here