Hobo Blues

I got a hole in my pocket
I done packed my old knapsack
I got a train to catch a mile on down the track
Well I been hanging around this old town way too many days
I got to ramble on and I must be on my way

I got the hobo blues
I gotta go gotta go God I got the hobo blues
When I hear that whistle blow some
I gotta move gotta move God
I got the hobo blues

Some women try to hold me but I keep on movin’ on
My hat don’t hang in nowhere for too long
‘Cause I’m caught up in the feeling of the singin’ brakemans song
I got the hobo blues deep down in my bones

When I die oh 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