Terry D. Sutherland

LET’S HOP A FREIGHT

Let’s hop a freight to hobo land
Let’s ride the rails all day
Let’s live off the fat of the land
From Maine to the ‘Frisco Bay

We’ll dodge the big Shack Bullies
And run from the Railroad Bulls
We’ll sneak a ride on trolleys
We’ll bathe in river pools

A wonderful life we’ll live
No responsibility or cares
We’ll take from people who’ll give
We won’t pay passenger fares

Whoever has a jar of shine
Or Mad Dog Twenty Twenty
What’s his is yours and mine
We live in a world of plenty

Let’s hop a freight to hobo land
Let’s ride the rails all day
Through burning hot Nevada sand
To Utah’s bright red clay