He was born in International Falls a long lifetime ago Moved to Tucamcari when the iron work got slow It was corn bread and hard scrabble and a scratchin' for every dime Until he threw it in and he hit the road to walk the endless line Now he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar On the last freight train, leavin' here He's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar On the last freight train, leavin' here He tried and handled lots of jobs and he did 'em all with pride From shoein' mules to drivin' trucks, he mastered what he tried It must've been Ramona; she was all he cared about When she ran away and left him, you could see the fire go out Now he's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar On the last freight train, leavin' here He's the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar On the last freight train, leavin' here We hardly ever see him, once or twice a year he stay a day or two He'll ask about Ramona, then he'll say that he was only pa**in' though Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way And every hobo jungle from New York to Santa Fe He's looked for his Ramona on the far side of the hill Now his sun is sinkin' lower and he's lookin' for her still He's still alive, hobo, ridin' the last boxcar On the last freight train, leavin' here He is the last hobo, ridin' the last boxcar On the last freight train, leavin' here