Stop Rainin' Lord - Warren Zevon
I rode down to Mechanicsburg
On a cold and wintery day
And I heard a tramp by the railroad tracks
And he had these words to say:
I worked forty years as a fireman boy
On the Pennsylvania line
And I ended up just a derelict
Drinkin' Boone's Farm apple wine
Oh where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
I rode out of Mechanicsburg
On a freight train a half mile long
But I still think back to the railroad track
And that hobo's mournful song:
Oh where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Singin'
Oh where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
Where can a bum find bed and board
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord
