Lyrics

I was born a young man had no chance to be a child
traveling with my father we were living off the wild
trapping the rivers and riding these freight trains
traveling down those rails we were listening to the rain
freight train keep on Rollin
keep on goin
let the rhythm ease my mind
like that lonesome whistle blowing
I'll be going
oh, we left a friend behind
Hey Joe, wa cha got there in your pack
could it be a bottle or maybe a beaver trap
I hear that whistle beckoning
from no place I can see
hobo Joes been gone for years now but he left his legacy
freight train keep on Rollin
keep on going
let the rhythm ease my mind
like that lonesome whistle blowing
I'll be going
oh, we left a friend behind
Now that I'm a grown man
my hobo days are gone
I see my father in my child eyes
and a white owl sings his song