Rompin' Rovin' Days (Bruce Murdoch) Hey, I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days A railway boy with nothin' for to do My people waved farewell somewheres down the road For hobos, friend, are only passin' through. Now I've seen every city from San Marcos in the south To the concrete fenced-in walls of New York town And everywhere I go my name nobody wants to know And the talkin' seems to stop when I'm around. Now all in my life I've been quickly cast aside Though my handshake never meant less than your own If there's any which way for to fully understand Then tell me 'cause I'd surely like to know. For every mile I rode a freight train, I walked a city block Gazin' through the windows at the goods I couldn't buy But the thing that hurts me most is when I'm wanderin' alone And no one cares enough to ask me why. Hey, I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days A railway boy with nothin' for to do My people waved farewell somewheres down the road For hobos, friend, are only passin' through. (c) Bruce Murdoch/Nina Music GF BL Oct00
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