HITTING THE ROAD AS A CHILD
Out in the cold world and far away from home,
Some mother's boy is wandering all alone,
With no one to guide him or keep his footsteps right,
Some mother's boy is homeless tonight.
Oh, bring back to me my wandering boy,
For there is no other who's left to give me joy,
Tell him his mother, with faded cheeks and hair,
Is at the old home awaiting him there.
This popular lament of an anguished Mother
reflects the problem of children running off
to ride the rails. The railroad was the airplane
of the 19th and early 20th century. HOBO'S