My Heart Is a Hobo

My heart is a hobo,
Loves to roam through fields of clover,
Hates to have to think things over,
And though it’s wrong,
I string along!
My heart is a hobo,
Loves to go out berry pickin',
Hates to hear alarm clocks tickin';
It isn’t smart,
But that’s my heart!
When hopes are out of the elbows,
Dreams are run down at the heels.
My heart refuses to worry,
It’s funny how free it feels!
My heart is a hobo,
Loves to quote from Omar Khayyam,
Hates the stodgy gal that I am,
And though it’s strange,
I just can’t change my heart!
When hopes are out oat the elbows
and dreams are run down at the heels.
My heart refuses to worry,
It’s funny how free it feels!
I’m happy my heart is a hobo,
Loves to quote from Omar Khayyam,
Hates the stubborn gal that I am,
And though it’s strange,
I just can’t change,
Or even rearrange my heart!