hear the wheels rolling down the track smell the smoke coming from the stack we turn our collars to the cold always moving but weve got no place to go in a coffee tin we start our fire rubbing hands to keep them warm up to the flame we sing a carol as the sun retires its another christmas eve on the hobo train we dont need presents of diamond rings no candy boxes or pretty things weve got all the joy that the season brings its another christmas eve on the hobo train we talk of times and things weve had smiling for the good laughing for the bad we never worry about where we are were just happy safe and warm in our railway car there wont be stockings or a tree no bows and ribbons will you find open the doors and youll were the happiest bunch of souls moving down the line now dont you take pity on me i dont have it all but theres more than you can see ive got my friends to ease my mind believe me we all know its christmas time we dont need presents of diamond rings no candy boxes or pretty things weve got all the joy that the season brings its another christmas eve on the hobo train