Story Behind The Song
read a story about the life of a Hobo
Song Description
Did some research on Hobo's and found where most of them came about after WW1
after the war there was an estimated
5 to 7000 Hobo's travlin the railroads
Before writing this song I had no Idea what a Bindle was, but seen them as a kid growing up
| Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Folk - Country |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Passive |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1900 - 1920 |
| |
Lyrics
Ambling Along on this old Cinder Trail, With my Bindle across my back, I'll follow these Rails
Beat my way on, the next big hole in the sky, Need a westbound to take me where its dry
Caught me a ride, on a big black Snake, 55 Cars loaded with coal, headed for the Golden Gate
Chorus
I'm a Boxcar Tourist, An American Nomad
Rambling from town to town, just like a runaway Lad
A night of the Rails, King of the Road
Living my life by a freeman's Code
Yah, I got the Hobo Mojo
Found a California Blanket, in an old Freight Car, Then started to think, Man that's Quite Bazaar
Reading about the Golden Gate, on the front page news, Then I covered up, and took a little snooze
Waking up to the Heat, and the clatter of Rails, Passing through the Badlands, Where the Tumble weed cuts a trail
Chorus
Bridge
Rolling into Frisco, while overlooking the Bay, Seeing that Golden Gate, I knew I found my way
We're starting to slow down for the switchyard, And all those workers know, I don't have no union card
Chorus
Cause I'm a Boxcar Tourist, An American Nomad
Rambling from town to town, just like a runaway Lad
A night of the Rails, King of the Road
Living my life by a freeman's code
Yah, I got the Hobo Mojo Hobo mojo