Hobo Blues✓

Got a hole in my pocket done packed my ole nap-sack

Got a train to catch a mile on down the track

Been hanging round this ole town way to many days

Got to ramble on I must be on my way

I got the hobo blues

I gotta go gotta go I've got the hobo blues

When I hear that whistle blow son

I gotta move gotta move

God I've got the hobo blues

Well some women try to hold me but I keep moving on

My hat don't hang nowhere for too long

Cause I'm caught up in the feeling of a singing brakeman's song

Got the hobo blues deep down in my bones

Been hanging round this ole town way to many days

Got to ramble on I must be on my way

When I die oh won't you bury me in an old box-car

With a coffee can and my ole guitar

And make sure that I'm close enough to hear that passing train

I got the freight train fever chugging through my veins

Been hanging round this ole town way to many days

Got to ramble on I must be on my way

Been hanging round this ole town way to many days

Got to ramble on I must be on my way