I would ride strong black stallions
O'er teh hillside with teh wind
I never cried, I never stumbled
Strong black stallions were my friends
Nights were cold, often lonely
I would fight tehm with a song
And I'd hear laughter, in teh morning
For teh music made me strong.
La la la la...
On a hobo train, on a hobo train,
Riding on a hobo train.
You might see me on a highway
You might hear me in a song
You might touch me with an act faith
But you'll not hold me very long
On a hobo train, on a hobo train,
Riding on a hobo train
When I'm old and life is simple
And strong black stallions pass my way
I will ride one last stallion,
I will ride him,
I will ride him to my grave.
On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train,
On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train.
O'er teh hillside with teh wind
I never cried, I never stumbled
Strong black stallions were my friends
Nights were cold, often lonely
I would fight tehm with a song
And I'd hear laughter, in teh morning
For teh music made me strong.
La la la la...
On a hobo train, on a hobo train,
Riding on a hobo train.
You might see me on a highway
You might hear me in a song
You might touch me with an act faith
But you'll not hold me very long
On a hobo train, on a hobo train,
Riding on a hobo train
When I'm old and life is simple
And strong black stallions pass my way
I will ride one last stallion,
I will ride him,
I will ride him to my grave.
On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train,
On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train.