Hobo jungle - 2001 digital remaster

There was a chill that night
In the hobo jungle over the train yard lay a
Smooth coat of frost
And although nobody here really
Knows where they're goin'
At the very same time nobody's lost
In the fire went out and the night grew still
This old man lay frozen on the cold
Cold ground he was a stray bird and
The road was his callin'
Ridin' the rods, sleepin' under the stars
Playin' the odds from a rollin' box car
She attended the funeral in the hobo jungle
Long were they lovers though
Never could they wed
Drifters and rounders and
Little distant friends
Here I lie without anger or regret
I'm in no one's debt man goes nowhere
Everything comes like tomorrow
But she took that last ride there by his side
He spent his whole life pursuing the horizon
Ridin' the rods, sleepin' under the stars
Playin' the odds from a rollin' box car