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