I'm a long, way from home.
I'm a poor, lonesome hobo all alone.
Oh the little bite you feed me,
you'll not miss when I'm gone,
cause I ain't gonna stay here long.
I can hear my train a -comin',
it's comin' round the curve,
the wheels are moving swiftly,
it's straining every nerve.
Oh, the whistle is calling me,
and I ain't gonna stay here
Oh, the greeting people give me
seems mighty cruel and cold
They turn me out into the wind and snow
They forget that I am human
They forget I have a soul
And I ain't gonna stay here long
I can hear my train a -comin'
It's comin' round the curve
The wheels are moving swiftly
It's straining every nerve
Oh, the whistle, it's calling me
And I ain't gonna stay here
There are people to advise me
They tell me when I'm wrong
They tell me how to stay where I belong
But opinions often conflict
And I ain't gonna stay here long
I can hear my train a -comin',
it's comin' round the curve
The wheels are movin' swiftly,
it's trainin' every nerve
Oh, the whistle is callin' me,
And I ain't gonna stay here long