Smith
This old mandolin is carved out of Pine
It was given to me by a hobo down the line
Willed to me with these last words
'Before I pa** over, boy, I'll show you some chords'.
This old mandolin is made out of earth and of stone
If the sound of the railroad makes you feeling all alone
This old mandolin will take a hobo back home.
This old mandolin is sure full of sand
It'll play out-of-tune if there's a cop on the train
She'll sing you the rhythm of the Super Chief out of St. Paul and that ain't all.
This old mandolin'll make a young girl open her window
Like a warm breeze on a rainy night
And like a hex-sign on a barn
This old mandolin will keep a hobo from harm.
This here mandolin can play the hard times
Play the booze and the breadlines and the men k**ed for dimes
It can play you the cry in the night of a jungle fire band
Deep in the heart of this land
This old mandolin is carved out of Pine
It was given to me by a hobo down the line
Willed to me with these last words
'Before I pa** over, boy, I'll show you some chords'.
This old mandolin is made out of old barns and watertanks
If the jukebox is busted and you need an old song
This old mandolin will take a hobo back home.