Stop Rainin' Lord

I rode down to Mechanicsburg
On a cold and wintery day
And I heard a tram by the railroad tracks
And he had these words to say

I worked forty years as a fireman boy
On the Pennsylvania line
And I ended up just a derelict
Drinkin' booms farm apple wine

Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord

I rode out of Mechanicsburg
On a freight train a half mile long
But I still think back to the railroad track
And that hobo's mournful song

Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord