Lonesome Hobo Blues

With a stuffed bandana, on a stick
 He travels light so he can get lost quick
 It's all he needs, and it's all he owns
 Ain't got no family, ain't got no home
 Been called a troll and a tramp, a beggar and a bum
 A gypsy and a clown, but he's not a single one
 He's a lonesome hobo, with a hole in his shoe
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues
 With that bindle sack, he's on the fly
 Probably live that way, until the day he dies
 Call him what you want, he'll keep chuggin ahead
 The only home he knows is that old ton of lead
 He's a vagabond, a wayfaring soul
 Only time he feels at home is when he's on a roll
 He's a lonesome hobo, with so much to see and do
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues
 Brown paper bag bottle, of liquid heat
 And a cheap cigar stuck between his teeth
 Got a gravelly voice, got scraggly hair
 He's got a big beer belly but he just don't care
 When he's high on spirits, keeps his profile low
 Never cries when he's dry, hungry or cold
 He's a lonesome hobo, never means to be rude
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues
 Hasn't held a steady job, since he got back from the war
 He's too proud to beg, so he's always too poor
 He's bound to ramble, he was born to roam
 He can tell funny stories 'till the cows come home
 Sometimes he works, but most of the time he plays
 Somehow he gets by without a penny to his name
 He's a lonesome hobo, on his way to somewhere new
 Just a lonesome hobo and he's got the blues
 Once he had a woman, but she flew the coop
 Now it's newspaper blankets and mulligan stew
 Through rocky mountains and Midwest farms
 Rollin' on the tracks until he's back in her arms
 He gets cold 'cause he's old, but the soup bowl's free
 Sleeps under stars, or when it rains a pine tree
 He's a lonesome hobo, finding ways to make do
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues
 With a sideways view, his destination's unknown
 Trees fly by, but his bird has flown
 On track, on schedule, goin' nowhere fast
 As he crosses the ties, on the rails of his past
 Had his share of hard luck, his share of handouts
 He may be down, but never down and out
 He's a lonesome hobo, who always pulls through
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues
 Hops a train at night, jumps a ride all day
 Across the great divide, prairies and plains
 The box car gets him where he wants to go
 And deep down inside he's got a heart of gold
 Never believed in the devil, never believed in god
 But he's too scared to steal, borrow, cheat or rob
 He's a lonesome hobo, never graced a church pew
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues
 He's had a ragged life, all ripped and torn
 Been that way since the day he was born
 He never stops unless it runs out of steam
 The whistle wakes him up from crazy hobo dreams
 He's been no stranger to trouble, or telling white lies
 Someday he's gonna catch the westbound to die
 He's a lonesome hobo, a little like me and you
 Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues