Hobo Song

Hobo life was dangerous. Itinerant, poor, far from home and support, hobos also faced the hostility of many train crews and the railroad police, nicknamed “bulls”, who often dealt violently with trespassers. British poet W. H. Davies, author of The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp, lost a foot when he fell under the wheels trying to jump aboard a train. It was easy to get trapped between cars, and one could freeze to death in cold weather. When freezer cars were loaded at an ice factory, any hobo inside was likely to be killed.

Around the end of World War II, railroads began to move from steam to diesel locomotives, making jumping freight trains more difficult due to higher speeds and less frequent stops. This, along with postwar prosperity, led to a decline in the number of hobos. In the 1970s and 1980s hobo numbers were augmented by returning Vietnam War veterans, many of whom were disillusioned with settled society. Overall, the national economic demand for a mobile surplus labor force has declined over time, leading to fewer hobos.

Lyrics & music by Jack Bonus

Too late to feel sorrow Too late to feel pain
He’s just an old hobo And he’s Lost out in the rain

He’d never cause trouble. So don’t have no fear
He’s just an old hobo And he’ll soon be far away from here

Refrain
He used to be a gambling man just like you Until he sank so low that there was
Nothing that no one could do  He used to be a gambling man just like you
Until he sank so low that there was. Nothing that no one could do

Oh, don’t make him ask you  Oh, don’t make him beg
He was a war hero. And that’s how he hurt his leg

He killed thirty injuns With one cannon ball
Now he’s just an old hobo Asleep out in the hall

* Refrain

A wife and five children Who live in L.A.
They miss their dear daddy Who’s gone so far away

They still have his picture It’s hung on the wall
Now he’s just an old hobo Asleep out in the hall

* Refrain

He used to be a gambling man just like you
Until he sank so low that there was
Nothing that no one could do