Box Car Blues
Aero planes flying over box car trains
Were safe and dry nobody dares complain
Michigan Mitch on the harmonica
Woodie Guthrie strumming singing to ya
Oh what joy to be alive and to exist
My eyes swell with tears let the beauty persist
Laughing till our stomachs ache Mister Block
New meaning bout having a head of rock
We are homeless and have no employment
We don’t need a sage to know what joy meant
Happiness is harmony of like mind
Comrades and brothers treating others kind
One companion we see holes in his hands
Even our most ignorant understands
The Lord doesn’t talk but oh he does smile
In that grin the whole of life is worth while
Rich man denies that Jesus ever lived
How then can their sins ever be forgived?
The Son of God lets cocktail parties pass
Cause he’s the Creator imbued with class
Idle chatter on things that matter not
They are gatherings better off forgot
Now a dozen hobos singing in bliss
That my friend is a show one shouldn’t miss
That’s the truth my friend the truest of trues
You haven’t lived till ye hear the box car blues
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