Last Train To Heaven

I'll ride that last train to heaven
On rails of solid gold
In a boxcar lined with satin
Where the nights are never cold

Where a hobo's always welcome
Even in his ragged clothes
I'll ride that last train to heaven
When the final whistle blows

Well i set in hobo jungles
From maine to new orleans
I've heard ole timers tell the tale
Of a train they hope to see

There'll be a long black steamer
That shines just like the sun
With a thousand miles of boxcars
Behind engine number one

All the hobos will be waitin'
No more sleepin' on the ground
With his hand upon the throttle
There'll be no puttin' down

This ride is just for hobos
They'll come from all around
When that train gets down to her last run
Destination heaven bound
I'll ride that last train to heaven
When the final whistle blows