Hobo Blues

Got a hole in my pocket, I've done packed my ol' knapsack
 I got a train to catch a mile on down the track
 Well, I've been hangin' around this old town way too many days
 I got to ramble on, I must be on my way
 I got the Hobo Blues...
 I gotta go, gotta go, God, I got the Hobo Blues
 And when I hear that whistle blow, son
 I gotta move, gotta move, God, I got the Hobo Blues
 Well, some women try to hold me, but I keep on movin' on
 Well, my hat don't hang nowhere for too long
 Cause I'm caught up in the feeling of that same ol' great train song
 I got the Hobo Blues deep down in my bones
 When I die, won't you bury me in an old box car
 With a coffee can and my old guitar
 But make sure that I'm close enough to hear that passin' train
 I got the freight train fever chuggin' through my veins