Warren Zevon - Stop Rainin' Lord lyrics

I rode down to Mechanicsburg On a cold and wintery day And I heard a tramp by the railroad tracks And he had these words to say I worked forty years as a fireman boy On the Pennsylvania line And I ended up just a derelict Drinkin' Boone's Farm apple wine Oh, where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord Where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord I rode out of Mechanicsburg On a freight train a half mile long But I still think back to the railroad track And that hobo's mournful song Oh, where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord Where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord Say, where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord Where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord When you gonna make it stop rainin', Lord