Name: Runaway Hobo Train by Bob Wire
Duration: 3 min 29 s
Description: Song about a runaway train that sounds like one. A bunch of "traveling wine connoiseurs" try to stop a runaway train as it roars past their hobo jungle. Electric guitars jangle and crunch as they weave together in a nonstop duel of soloing and rhythm.

Live practice tape from The Potatoheads  - Denver 1987. A mashup band dedicated to playing fast dance music and making a name for ourselves in a big city. We didn't really make a name for ourselves, but we drank a lot, played a few big city gigs, and had fun. 
Scott Watson - Guitar vocals
Ednor Therriault / Bob Wire - Bass vocals
Chris McElvain - Drums vocals

Folsom Prison Blues by The Potatoheads

Song about a runaway train that sounds like one. A bunch of "traveling wine connoiseurs" try to stop a runaway train as it roars past their hobo jungle. Electric guitars jangle and crunch as they weave together in a nonstop duel of soloing and rhythm.

Thunderbird

Runaway Hobo Train

LIVE UNDER THE BIG SKY 2/26 Montana Curiosities

I wrote this song in 2007 while living in a little cottage in Dunn Center, North Dakota. This particular recording has never been released for several reasons, but it feels like a fitting moment. Consider it a protest song. 

Originally titled simply "End of America," I renamed it "End of America (begin again)" after my friend Phil Elverum produced it in 2010 at The Unknown in Anacortes, WA. It felt like it had become transformed into a song about renewal rather than simply death.

I played guitar and sang. Phil and his wife Geneviève Castrée contributed the swelling backup vocals. Phill played all the other instruments, including percussion, except for the electric guitar shredding at the end which was done by Karl Blau. That's Karl's barbaric yawp that punctuates the song's final moment.

END OF AMERICA (begin again)

I get a lot of emails from my buddy Don
Pictures of hot females with no panties on
They stand behind the screen and scream let's get it on
I close the office door, and then I write this song
“End of America”

Living in the country is the way I roll
I bought a funky farmhouse that I heat with coal
It's got a hardwood floor and plaster walls
It's got a clawfoot tub and alcohol

I miss you
Do you miss me, too?
What a thing to say, it's so cliche
Don't listen to
Me anymore
Break the phone
I'll fight this war alone
At the end of America
Feels like the end of America

They say the meek shall inherit the earth 
I guess I'm cursed
I've got a lot of damn pride
And my heart hurts
End of America
End of America

Eleven years ago I wasn't half this sad
Eleven years from now it might be twice this bad
Washington, D.C. might look like Leningrad
Carbondale might look a lot like Baghdad

And I love you
Do you love me, too?
What a thing to say, it's so insane
Don't listen to
Me anymore
Smash the glass
I'm gonna tell my buddy Don to kiss my ass
Like it's the end of America
End of America

I say we change our names
Take a trip to northern Maine
See a moose, free a goose
Give thanks . . .

End of America
End of America
It’s not the end of the world
It’s just the end of America

Runaway Hobo Train

Bob Wire

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