| You might find me in most any railroad depot
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| But not standing where the paying people are
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| I’ll be busy making reservations
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| For a first class ticket on a cabin car.
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| But you’ll never find this hobo in an airport
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| 'Cause I ain’t found out how to hitch a plane
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| But if you wanna see a master working
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| Just stand back and watch this hobo catch a train.
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| You might find me dining late some evening
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| But not in a cafe with a fancy name
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| And I won’t be eatin' steak from Kansas City
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| But a can of beans cooked on an open flame.
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| But you’ll never find this hobo in an airport
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| 'Cause I ain’t found out how to hitch a plane
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| But if you wanna see a master working
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| Just stand back and watch this hobo catch a train.
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| Once a year I gather with my brothers
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| Praying for the good of all mankind
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| And if you listen close you’ll hear me singing
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| Those Salvation Army songs at Christmas time.
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| Shall we gather at the river.
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| But you’ll never find this hobo in an airport
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| 'Cause I ain’t found out how to hitch a plane
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| But if you wanna see a master working
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| Just stand back and watch this hobo catch a train… |