| Things I learned in hobo jungle were things they never taught me in a class room
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| Like where to find a hand out while bummin' through Chicago in the afternoon
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| Now I’m not braggin' or complainin' I’m just talkin' to myself man to man
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| This ol' mental fat I’m chewin' didn’t take a lotta doin'
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| But I take a lot of pride in what I am
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| I guess I grew up a loner I don’t remember ever havin' any folks around
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| But I keep thumbin' through the phone books
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| And looking for my daddy’s name in every town
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| And I meet lots of friendly people but I’ll always line up leavin' on the lam
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| Hey where I’ve been or where I’m goin' didn’t take a lotta knowin'
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| But I take a lot of pride in what I am
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| I never travel in a hurry cause I’ve got nobody waitin' for me anywhere
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| Home is anywhere I’m livin' if it’s sleepin' on some vacant bench in City Square
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| Or if I’m workin' on some road gang or just livin' off the fat of our great land
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| I’ve never been nobody’s idol but at least I got a title
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| And I take a lot of pride in what I am
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| I’ve never been nobody’s idol but at least I got a title
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| And I take a lot of pride in what I am I take a lot of pride in what I am |