Banjo Frank's Music
Hobo
Bright shining pictures
appear in my mind
of people and places
I've seen in my time
the bars and back alleys
the highways and streets
the cops and the yardbulls
the fast lonesome freights
They call me a hobo
my home is the road
I done some hard travellin boys
I thought you knowed
come this time tomorrow
where'll I be found
try Frisco or Chicago boys
I get around
The sun's goin down
and the night's comin up
I'm drinkin my brew
from this battered old cup
I'll sleep here tonight
cold concrete floor
and when I wake up
I'll go walkin some more
They call me a hobo
my home is the road
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