Wish I was riding the steam train, right out of the pages of time
Down through the ol’ Roaring Twenties, to the fall of 1929
Back in heyday of railroads, before airplanes fluttered and flew
Color me in like a cartoon hobo doing what bums used to do

Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol’ Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon

Show me hopping a freight train, somewhere south of the yard
Make it a Santa Fe boxcar, paint all rusty and hard
Sketch out an old hobo jungle, make the old days come alive on the page
Build a rough shack, down by thе track, weather it heavy with agе

Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol’ Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon

Sometimes things are great to remember, some are too good to forget
Things back then were so different, some things we think of them yet

Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers
Hearing ol’ Bing Crosby croon
This is a song of how things used to be
And a script of a hobo cartoon