Today it began to rain I jumped upon a rolling train
They call me Hobo Jack by name I couldn´t cure the fever
Hurry up the engine lad, hurry up the train I said
I feel lonely I feel sad I couldn’t cure the fever

One more road I´d like to ride said the bum before he died
When the train rolls in the night I couldn´t cure the fever
Wherever I lay down my head upon my bundle and my bag
I call my home until I´m dead I couldn´t cure the fever

I rode the train from coast to coast but in the mountains I like most
Been everywhere that is my boast I couldn´t cure the fever
Been on busses been on planes so to all I must explain
Nothing beats a railroad train I couldn´t cure the fever

I´m waiting for a Hobo Train it sends a message to my brain
I wanna ride the rails again I couldn´t cure the fever
Now I´m grey and old and bent soon to heaven I´ll be send
On Peter´s train I´ll be content they couldn´t cure the fever