Lyrics:
I rode down to Mechanicsburgon a cold and wintery dayand I heard a tram by the railroad tracksand he had these words to sayI worked forty years as a fireman boyon the Pennsylvania lineand I ended up just a derelictdrinkin' booms farm apple winewhere can a bum find bed and boardwhen you gonna make it stop rainin' lordI rode out of Mechanicsburgon a freight train a half mile longbut i still think back to the railroad trackand that hobo's mournful songwhere can a bum find bed and boardwhen you gonna make it stop rainin' lord