Key: C Verse 1: C Well the Commodore sleeps with his boots on F C Under a blanket of Santa Fe snow C He got an old harp he plays the blues on C F G He goes scar'n up quarters wherever he goes C The Commodore he's an old hobo F C And his wild and his crazy and his just about free C You know he rode the rails through the Dust Bowel C G C Ah and he sailed the China Sea
Chorus: F C But there ain't no more rattlers to ride C F C G Singapore seen better days C F C F He's just an old hobo with no place to go bo C G C All aboard anchors away Verse 2: C With his back to the front of the boxcar F C Ah it's cold and it's wet and it's and a little too late C And his way too far from the ocean C F G And his think'n about givi'n up freighters and freights C Decoated he stands on the trestle F C Cosider'n jump'n, Cosider'n not C When all of a sudden from nowhere C G C Comes the sound of a train he ain't caught Chorus: F C But there ain't no more rattlers to ride C F C G Singapore seen better days C F C F He's just an old hobo with no place to go bo C G C All aboard anchors away C G C All aboard anchors away
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