| Ahl-dee-oh-lay-eee-hee
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| Ahl-dee-oh-lay-eee-hee-heee
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| Ahl-dee-oh-lay-hee-hee, oh-dah-lay-hee-hee
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| Oh-dah-lay-heee
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| Tramping down the highway, traveling day and night
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| I don’t know where I’m going to, but I’ll get there all right
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| I have no one to care for me, I have no place to go
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| Everybody knows I’m just a yodeling hobo
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| (Yodel)
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| I’ve been all around the country, been around most everywhere
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| But I love that dear ol' sunny South, I love that Texas air
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| Away out where the men are men, down in El Paso
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| That is where they call me a yodeling hobo
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| (Yodel)
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| All my life I’ve traveled, I’m Alabama bound
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| And now I’m always happy in the city or one horse town
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| I started out to roamin' 'cause I had no place to go
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| Now I’ve turned out to be a yodeling hobo
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| (Yodel)
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| Now you have heard my story, so I’ll be on my way
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| I hear a Frisco freight train, and it’s calling me
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| And when the sun sinks in the West, into that dark blue sky
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| Just say that I’m a hobo and will be till I die
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| (Yodel) |