Lyrics

Haybo Traveler

That steel wheeled black snake, keeps a calling me
I hear her white steam whistle sound
Please Mr. Brakeman, crank up those shoes
Its time to leave this Shantytown

That side door boxcar keeps a rolling on
Tonight she’ll be my happy home
Kind hearted watchman, Please let me go
This vagabond he’s got to roam

Jumped on that train in Reno
And rode er down to Santa fee
This roving boy can’t get enough
Of that great iron road highway

That shanty queen she played a blind panhandler
Became my sister on the road
On those cold nights… she turned to gambler
A queen of hearts is what she showed

We rode the rails to Haybo
Ate stacks of bones and angel food
We got our kicks on Gandy Gumbo
And that corn likka that she brewed

We left the switchyard in Sandusky
That signal light, and whistle blew
We rode em high, We rode together
On that dead head home to Kalamazoo

That old freightliner she’s a cannon ball
5 miles away still hear her song
That freedom flyer, please ring your bell
You are the home where I belong

Flew with the birds to Shreveport
That’s where my sister said good-bye
That fine streamliner, went like the wind
I never asked her reason why

This iron coal train keeps a rolling
Can’t stop that sprit flying high
This roving boy can’t get enough
Of that haybo jungle in the sky

This roving boy can’t get enough
Of that that haybo jungle.. by and by