| Hey Mister Hobo — what’s your number?
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| Son of a two bit no good-Loco jumper
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| You’ve got to keep on movin'
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| You don’t need work cos you ain’t
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| Got no-one to pay
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| Sleeping around-a hole in the ground
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| Ain’t no sense ain’t no good-what's your game?
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| Hey Mister Hobo — I don’t hear laughter
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| I just can’t figure out now, what your after
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| You think God made you, you can’t realise
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| You’re running away
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| Some folks say I ain’t no good
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| And others say they would if they could
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| Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?
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| Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?
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| Mister Hobo — where do you come from
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| I ain’t got no home but I sure would love one
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| People think I’m mad, don’t they know it makes me sad
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| Such a shame, such a shame
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| And God know’s who’s to blame?
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| Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for?
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| Hey Mister Hobo what you being a Hobo for? |