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 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 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 Where can a bum find bed and board When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord When you gonna make it stop rainin' lord