Hobo Highway

Hobo Highway

Back door bumming
Till the trains starts running
Dodging the bulls a day
There’s always one going
And a whistle-a-blowing
Gotta be on my way

When you hear the highball
It might be a close call
Jump in the boxcar and ride
Crossing the river
Soon she’ll deliver us
Safe on the Arkansas side

Heading down the Hobo Highway
Traveling down the drifter road
I got nothing to my name but a nickel
Carrying a heavy load

Don’t take much thinking
When it comes to drinking
A hit of Wild Irish Rose
Might go for some rye
When the biscuits hang high
It warms you up I suppose

Riding the blinds
Way out behind
The baggage car and caboose
North to Chicago
Wherever the wind blows
You know you got nothing to lose

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