| Pouring rain has grounded
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| All the planes out of Louisville, Kentucky
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| So I bought me a railway ticket
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| I had to close a deal in New Orleans
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| When a hobo by the track
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| Said he was going to ride the rails to Arizona
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| I had to fight the tears
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| That weld up in me
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| 'Cause a ragged old hobo
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| Is really better off than me
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| He ain’t nothing but a hobo
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| But he’s livin' his hobo dreams
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| I got a brand new car and a house a good 'ol job
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| In the suburbs of St. Louie
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| And the woman in the gateway to the west
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| She made me everything I am
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| But my three-piece suit is gettin' tight
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| The walls are closin' in down at the office
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| Lord I’ve been too cautious
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| With all my best laid plans
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| 'Cause a ragged old hobo
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| Is really better off than me
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| He ain’t nothing but a hobo
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| But he’s livin' his hobo dreams
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| Said son you outta come along and watch
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| The eagle’s fly in Arizona
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| You’ll never see an eagle fly
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| With neon light reflecting off his wings
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| As he climbed into the rail car
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| His last words echoed back like crashing thunder
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| Lord if I was younger
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| Well I’d ride me a different train
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| 'Cause a ragged old hobo
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| Is really better off than me
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| He ain’t nothing but a hobo
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| But he’s livin' his hobo dreams
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| He ain’t nothing but a hobo
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| But he’s livin' his hobo dreams |