This Old Box Car Lyrics

I'd love to ride that Chatanooga choo choo

Just like they did in that old song I heard

Then I'd try the City of New Orleans

And imagine that I'm flying like a bird

All abord Canadian Pacific

The Orange Blossom Special just sublime

I'd love to have the fare

But you know I'll not despair

Until then this box car does me fine

This old box car is my home

It takes me here and there

Cross the country I will roam

And I'll not have a care

Now I don't have too many box car buddies

But there's one or two I see from time to time

We're a dying breed of rail track hobos

If I said it's easy I'd be lying

These days it's hard to live a life of freedom

It's a thing that I just chose to do

I don't have to work or pay no taxes

But if you do my hat goes off to you

You know the life of a hobo riding the rails ain't an easy one

Sometimes we go hungry

Then we have to take a little casual work to earn a few bucks

You know one day maybe one day I'll settle down

But until then this box car does me fine

This old box car is my home

It takes me here and there

Cross the country I will roam

And I'll not have a care

Not many people get to see the country

I've been through every U.S. State bar two

I've never made Alaska or Hawaii

I guess on day I'll have to get there too

Meanwhile I'll just trundle round at leisure

Never paid a fare on any day

If that life's for you

I'll see you in box car too

Until then I'll just be on my way

This old box car is my home

It takes me here and there

Cross the country I will roam

And I'll not have a care