The silver rails have lost their shine They're just the victims of our time They might as well rust in the rain What good's a track without a train. Where have all the hoboes gone I never knew they even had a home So Lord if you have turned your back You might as well take off the track. I love to hear a whistle whin Just ride a boxcar one more time So Lord if you're still on my side You'll send me one more train to ride. Where have all the hoboes gone I never knew they even had a home So Lord if you have turned your back You might as well take off the track. Hm, hmm, so Lord if you're still on my side You'll send me one more train to ride...