| When my feet touch down on the foreign land
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| I buried all my money in a coffee can
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| And I’ve been hobo skipping just to hide from the weather
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| Only got two pennies better rub them together
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| Because I keep on my sleeve
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| I wear it on my shirt
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| I got a living room full of dust and dirt
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| And it’s a jumped up living in the city of smoke
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| You better suck it up before I
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| Come apart, I’m a hobo rocket
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| (Hey hey hey…)
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| What a time, nothing in my pocket, check
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| (Hey hey hey…)
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| When my shoe got holes in the cobble streets
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| And now it feels like heaven underneath my feet
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| I’m like a lone crusader on a holy endeavour
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| Living 5 pound daily in a charity sweater
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| Because I’m beating on my drum
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| I’m tapping on my knee
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| I stream ride a chair to a back CD
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| At least I still got rhythm if I don’t get paid
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| And I’ll never quit 'cause I
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| Come apart, I’m a hobo rocket
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| (Hey hey hey…)
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| What a time, nothing in my pocket, check
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| (Hey hey hey…)
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| I got my hobo beat
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| I’m living on my feet
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| I got the hobo beat
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| That’s what I tell them
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| I got the hobo beat
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| I’m walking on my feet
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| I got the hobo beat
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| And so I tell them
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Alright, alight, alright
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| I tell them what I tell them and I do it every night |