Hobo Jungle — текст песни (Band, The)

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

Then 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 fun`ral in the hobo jungle
Long were they lovers though never could they wed
Drifters and rounders and distant friends
Here I lie without anger or regret
I`m in no one`s debt

Man goes nowhere
Ev`rything 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