This old mandolin is carved out of Pine It was given to me by a hobo down the line Willed to me with these last words "Before I cross over, I'll show you some chords" This old mandolin is made out of earth and of stone If the sound of the railroad leaves you feeling all alone This old mandolin will take a hobo back home This old mandolin is sure full of sand It'll play out-of-tune if there's a cop on the train Sing you the rhythm of the Superchief out of St. Paul And that ain't all This old mandolin'll make a young girl open her window Like a warm breeze on a rainy night And like a hex-sign on a barn This old mandolin will keep a hobo from harm This old mandolin is made out of old barns and watertanks If the jukebox is busted and you need an old song This old mandolin will take a hobo back home This old mandolin is carved out of Pine It was given to me by a hobo down the line Willed to me with these last words "Before I cross over, I'll show you some chords" This old mandolin is sure full of sand It'll play out-of-tune if there's a cop on the train Sing you the rhythm of the Superchief out of St. Paul And that ain't all This old mandolin'll make a young girl open her window Like a warm breeze on a rainy night And like a hex-sign on a barn This old mandolin will keep a hobo from harm This old mandolin is made out of old barns and watertanks If the jukebox is busted and you need an old song This old mandolin will take a hobo back home