Last Hobo

Intro:
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He was born in International Falls a long long time ago, 
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He moved to Tucamcari when the iron work got slow. 
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He was corn bread and hard scrabble, a scratchin' for every dime 
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Till he threw it in and he hit the road to walk that endless line. 


             A7                    D 
Now he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar, 
       A7                          D 
On the last freight train, leavin' here. 
             A7                    D 
Now he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar, 
       A7                            D 
On the last freight train, away from here. 


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He tried his hand at lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride, 
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From shoein' mules to drivin' trucks, he mastered what he tried. 
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It must've been Ramona, she was all he cared about, 
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When she ran away and left him, you could see the fire go out. 


              A7                    D 
Now he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar, 
        A7                            D 
On the last freight train, away from here. 


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We hardly ever see him, once or twice and he would stay a day or two. 
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He'd ask about Ramona, then he'd say that he was only passin' though. 

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Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way, 
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And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe. 
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He's looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill. 
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Now his sun is sinkin' lower and he's lookin' for her still. 

                A7                    D 
Still he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar, 
        A7                         D 
On the last freight train, leavin' here. 
              A7                    D 
Now he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar, 
        A7                           D 
On the last freight train, away from here.   A7     D