"The Last Hobo (Unreleased Demo)" lyrics

Well the Commodore sleeps with his boots on
Under a blanket of Santa Fe snow
He got an old harp he plays the blues on
He goes scarin' up quarters wherever he goes

The Commodore he's an old hobo
And he's wild and he's crazy and he's just about free
You know he rode the rails through the Dust Bowl
Ah and he sailed the China Sea

But there ain't no more rattlers to ride
Singapore seen better days
He's just an old hobo with no place to go bo
All aboard anchors away

With his back to the front of the boxcar
Ah it's cold and it's wet and it's and it's a little too late
And he's way too far from the ocean
And he's think'n about givin' up freighters and freights

Decoated he stands on the trestle
Considerin' jumpin', Considerin' not
When all of a sudden from nowhere
Comes the sound of a train he ain't caught

But there ain't no more rattlers to ride
Singapore seen better days
He's just an old hobo with no place to go bo
All aboard anchors away
He's just an old hobo with no place to go bo
All aboard anchors away
All aboard anchors away