Today it began to rain I jumped upon a rolling train
They call me Hobo Jack by name I couldn't cure the fever
Hurry up the engine lad hurry up the train I said
I feel lonely I feel sad I couldn't cure the fever
One more road I'd like to ride said the bum before he died
When the train rolls in the night I couldn't cure the fever
Wherever I lay down my head upon my bundle and my bag
I call my home until I'm dead I couldn't cure the fever
I rode the train from coast to coast but in the mountains I like most
Been everywhere that is my boast I couldn't cure the fever
Been on buses been on planes so to all I must explain
Nothing beats a railroad train I couldn't cure the fevre
I'm waiting for a Hobo Train it sends a message to my brain
I wanna ride the rails again I couldn't cure the fever
Now I'm grey and old and bent soon to heaven I'll be send
On Peter's train they'll be content they couldn't cure the fever.