He was born in International Falls a long, long time ago
Moved to Tucumcari when the ironwork got slow
He was cornbread and hard scrabble and scratching for every dime
'Til he threw it in and he hit the road to walk that endless line
Now he's the Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving here
Now he's the Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here
He tried his hands at lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride
From shoeing mules to driving trucks, he mastered what he tried
It must have been Ramona, she was all he cared about
When she ran away and left him you could see the fire go out
Now he's the Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here
We hardly ever see him,
Once or twice and he would stay a day or two
He'd ask about Ramona
Then he'd say that he was only passing through
Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way
And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe
He's looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill
Now his sun is sinking lower and he's looking for her still
Still he's the Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Leaving here
Now he's the Last Hobo
Riding the last boxcar
On the last freight train
Away from here