Song Length |
4:15 |
Genre |
Country - Religious |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Peaceful |
Subject |
Spirituality |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Standing in a station waiting for a train
I hopped inside a boxcar staring at the rain
Looked around at shadows....was surprised at what I saw
There lay a gray-haired hobo sleeping in the straw
The old man awakened easily no fear was in his eye
He said, "Don't let anyone hear us, it is my time to die."
With pencil and some paper he wrote down a few lines
In the moonlight melting through I read that hobo's rhyme
CHORUS:
"I've lived a long, long time Lord. I'm too weak to pray
This young man will help me out...say what I want to say
Please give him the will to stay with me...speak with you alone
My last ride will be in Heaven's Freight when you finally call me home."
Soon we were rolling into the night like rhythm in the rain
With a gentle smile and peaceful sigh he lay back down again
As the boxcar danced its way he closed his eyes and died
Thunder roared around us as he took his final ride.
I buried him near the river where weeping willows grow
Not too far from distant trains winding down so low
Often read the words he wrote...they're far stronger than my own
He died a lonesome hobo but Heaven's Freight finally took him home
CHORUS:
"I've lived a long, long time Lord. I'm too weak to pray
This young man will help me out...say what I want to say
Please give him the will to stay with me...speak with you alone
My last ride will be in Heaven's Freight when you finally call me home."