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There was a chill that night in the hobo jungle Over the train yard lay a smooth coat of frostAnd although nobody here really knows where they're goin'At the very same time nobody's lostThen the fire went out and the night grew stillThis old man lay frozen on the cold, cold groundHe was a stray bird and the road was his callin'Ridin' the rodsSleepin' under the starsPlayin' the odds from a rollin' box carShe attended the funeral in the hobo jungleLong were they lovers though never could they wedDrifters and rounders and distant friendsHere I lie without anger or regretI'm in no one's debtMan goes nowhereEverything comes like tomorrowBut she took that last ride there by his sideHe spent his whole life pursuing the horizonRidin' the rodsSleepin' under the starsPlayin' the odds from a rollin' box car From Letras Mania