Stop Rainin' Lord

I rode down to Mechanicsburg

on a cold and wintery day

and I heard a tram 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' booms farm apple wine

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

where can a bum find bed and board

when you gonna make it stop rainin' lord