Untitled #11

I'm a wandering boy
And I can't explain
The feeling of peaceful
boarding them trains

Up from the mountains
Lying on the plains
Drunk in a boxcar
Counting the grains

But I'll pass away
And no one will know
And I'll never roam
Around no more

I ain't very handsome
I ain't very tough
Never had too many pleasures
But I guess I've known more than enough

Ain't got no job
Just one less problem
Except when I'm hungry
And I gotta kill for a little drama

But I'll pass away
And no one will know
And I'll never roam
Around no more

Well here in my right hand
I gotta few crumbs of cornbread
and here in my left hand
Well it's holding up my head

I've lost you once
I'm gonna lose you again
I can barely hold on to
The top of my hat