paroles de chanson The Last Hobo (Unreleased Demo) - Guy Clark

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 scar′n up quarters wherever he goes

The Commodore he's an old hobo
And his wild and his crazy and his just about free
You know he rode the rails through the Dust Bowel
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 bro
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 a little too late
And his way too far from the ocean
And his think'n about givi′n up freighters and freights

Decoated he stands on the trestle
Cosider'n jump′n, Cosider'n 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 bro
All aboard anchors away
He′s just an old hobo with no place to go bro
All aboard anchors away