I would ride strong black stallions O'er teh hillside with teh wind I never cried, I never stumbled Strong black stallions were my friends Nights were cold, often lonely I would fight tehm with a song And I'd hear laughter, in teh morning For teh music made me strong. La la la la... On a hobo train, on a hobo train, Riding on a hobo train. You might see me on a highway You might hear me in a song You might touch me with an act faith But you'll not hold me very long On a hobo train, on a hobo train, Riding on a hobo train When I'm old and life is simple And strong black stallions pa** my way I will ride one last stallion, I will ride him, I will ride him to my grave. On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train, On a hobo train, riding on a hobo train.