Lyrics
folks in nashville slammed the door, said we don't want you anymore, find your own way down the road, pack your fiddle and your guitar, take a train or take a car, find someone else to keep you from the cold, rollin' and ramblin', women loved him half to death, he sang with whiskey on his breath, his heart broke like a child's, rollin' and ramblin', the sun has set out on the trail, the hobo's drifted up the rail, he's taken his last ride, oh, he always sang the blues, like it was all he ever knew, he didn't sing at all that night, he was pale and as he dozed, he didn't know his time had closed, slumped in the back seat to the right, rollin' and ramblin', women loved him half to death, he sang with whiskey on his breath, his heart broke like a child's, rollin' and ramblin', the sun has set out on the trail, the hobo's drifted up the rail, he's taken his last ride, so they send him on night train south, through the cities and the rural routes, just one more place to go, ah, the whistle sang the bluest note, like it came from his own throat, moanin' sad and cryin' low, rollin' and ramblin', women loved him half to death, he sang with whiskey on his breath, his heart broke like a child's, rollin' and ramblin', the sun has set out on the trail, the hobo's drifted up the rail, he's taken his last ride, rollin' and ramblin', the sun has set out on the trail, the hobo's drifted up the rail, he's taken his last ride
Song details
Artist: harris, emmylou