The American Nomad

Posted by Brad Osborne on May 3, 2021 · 22 Comments 

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I hear the train whistle blowing

Steel wheels sing clickety-clack

The music of tanker and box car

A symphony of timber and track

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It calls for me to travel on

Of the miles ahead there be many

I gather up my bindlestiff

Throw on my cap and Benny

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She pulls a herd of Blackjacks but

An empty freight car is all I need

The travelling home for a hobo

Pulled hard by the steaming steed

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With a belly full of rock soup

There are adventures to be had

And such is the wandering life

Of the great American nomad

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