When The Train Passed Over

I wish I had an old iron bed
beneath the steel bridge
where I could lay with her
along side a hobo fire
making love in the late
December afternoon
Instead I venture there alone
to drink alone
aside the rivers frozen edge
At 3:30 the train screaming loud overhead
He said I could get myself in trouble with
that 19% Madeira
Turn a man into a wino
You gotta hold it in your mouth
till your tongue starts to sting and sweat
Till the pain fades
then reach for a beer or that
little bottle of wine in my pack
it's a matter of fact
gunna jump that train if it slows
but it rolls on by
with my harp blowing in the falling snow