Deep in the woods close to the railroad tracks
They gather in groups, a ragtag pack
Sharing stories of their nomadic lives
Of days spent on the roads, under the skies.

Strangers from all corners of the globe
No place to call home, no family to hold
People of the rails, some call them hobos
Tramps and bums, with stories to bestow.

They sit by the fire, their faces weathered
Tales of hardship, of love that's...