Stop Rainin' Lord - Warren Zevon

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

Ooh 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

Ooh 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

Singin' 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