Well, I met him in
Chicago, outside the
Union
Station.
He was picking up the emp
ties in the rain.
He said, may I introduce myself
and can you spare a dollar?
They call me the
Lord of the
Train s.
Yeah, they call me the
Lord of the
Trains
He said, friend,
you see before you an historic apparition
I'm the last surviving hobo in the game
And although they may have done
away with all that I held sacred
I am still the
Lord of the
Trains
Yeah, they'll always be
a lord of the trains
There ain't no more cabooses
on them rattlers anymore
No hobo jungles up in
Coeur d 'Alene
Ain't no midnight ghost that
haunts the eastern corridor
But I'm still the lord of the train s
It'll always be a lord of the trains
He said I even miss the bad wine,
the bad times and the bulls
Them yard detectives,
they all knew my name
And on every bunk of every
cell in every jail in
Dixie
I carved the crossed initials
of my name
That's the mark of the
Lord of the trains
But now all the bulls and railroad bums
Are gone with the cabooses
Tell me, mister, isn't it a shame
Cause for every little boy
Was hypnotized by counting boxcars
I was that hobo waving from the train
I waved a blessing from the
Lord of the trains
But there ain't no more
cabooses on them rattlers anymore
No hobo jungles up in
Corn
Lane
Ain't no midnight ghost that haunts the
Eastern
Corridor
But I am still the lord of the train s
Yeah, there'll always be a lord of the
So I handed him a dollar
And I thanked him for his story
And I watched him disappearin' in the rain
He was headin' toward the land of
hobo jungles and cabooses
Where he was still the lord of the trains
Where he'll always be the
lord of the trains
But there ain't no more
cabooses on them rattlers anymore
No hobo jungles up in
Coeur d 'Alene
Ain't no midnight ghost that haunts the
Eastern
Corridor
But he's still the
Lord of the
Trains
Yeah, he'll always be the
Lord of the
Trains
Hey, I was that little boy
Was hypnotized by counting boxcars
I fi nally met the
Lord of the
Trains
Yeah, I finally met the
Lord of the
Trains
Oh, take it down the line,
little fatty
We're on fire