Mr Hobo

Hey Mister Hobo — what’s your number?
Son of a two bit no good-Loco jumper
You’ve got to keep on movin'
You don’t need work cos you ain’t
Got no-one to pay
Sleeping around-a hole in the ground
Ain’t no sense ain’t no good-what's your game?
Hey Mister Hobo — I don’t hear laughter
I just can’t figure out now, what your after
You think God made you, you can’t realise
You’re running away
Some folks say I ain’t no good
And others say they would if they could
Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?
Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?
Mister Hobo — where do you come from
I ain’t got no home but I sure would love one
People think I’m mad, don’t they know it makes me sad
Such a shame, such a shame
And God know’s who’s to blame?
Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?
Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?