Letra de Yard Bull

It takes a nations' greed To do nothing And make it all look wrong No desire anymore Leave me alone And let the ravens roam Surfing a concrete wave A subterranean cave And what's the difference now? The tramp the tames the iron trail Czar of the rails Is never for sale Who, who knows Where the hobo goes? Who, who knows Where the hobo goes? Yard Bull Who, who knows Where the hobo goes? Who, who knows? The tracks stitched like seams On a blanket of dreams The lonesome whistle blows Arrive and disappear Like a windward fear The wanderlust she calls Find your own boxcar Like Harry Partch Slow engines to a crawl Yard Bull Skyscrapers, cornfields Old orange peels Like pages in a book We're floating state by state See you on the freights Yard Bull