Mr. Hobo

Hey, Mr. Hobo, what's your number?
Son of a two-bit no good loco jumper
You've gotta keep on moving
You don't need work cos you ain't got no one to pay, yeah
Sleeping around a hole in the ground
Ain't no sense, ain't no good, what's your game? Yeah

Hey, Mr. Hobo, I don't hear laughter
Just can't figure out now what you're after
You think God made you, you can't realize you're running away
Some folks said that I ain't no good
And others said they would if they could

Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for?
Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for?

Mr. Hobo, where'd you come from?
Well I ain't got no home but I sure would love one
People think I'm mad, don't they know it makes me sad?
Such a shame, such a shame and God knows who's to blame

Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for?
Hey, Mr. Hobo, what you being a hobo for?