Got a hole in my pocket, I've done packed my ol' knapsack
I got a train to catch a mile on down the track
Well, I've been hangin' around this old town way too many days
I got to ramble on, I must be on my way
I got the Hobo Blues......
I gotta go, gotta go, God, I got the Hobo Blues
And when I hear that whistle blow, son
I gotta move, gotta move, God, I got the Hobo Blues
Well, some women try to hold me, but I keep on movin' on
Well, my hat don't hang nowhere for too long
Cause I'm caught up in the feeling of that same ol' great train song
I got the Hobo Blues deep down in my bones
When I die, won't you bury me in an old box car
With a coffee can and my old guitar
But make sure that I'm close enough to hear that passin' train
I got the freight train fever chuggin' through my veins
The Lonesome River Band - Hobo Blues Lyrics
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Got a hole in my pocket, I've done packed my ol' knapsack
I got a train to catch a mile on down the track
Well, I've been hangin' around this old town way too many days
I got to ramble on, I must be on my way
I got the Hobo Blues......
I gotta go, gotta go, God, I got the Hobo Blues
And when I hear that whistle blow, son
I gotta move, gotta move, God, I got the Hobo Blues
Well, some women try to hold me, but I keep on movin' on
Well, my hat don't hang nowhere for too long
Cause I'm caught up in the feeling of that same ol' great train song
I got the Hobo Blues deep down in my bones
When I die, won't you bury me in an old box car
With a coffee can and my old guitar
But make sure that I'm close enough to hear that passin' train
I got the freight train fever chuggin' through my veins
I got a train to catch a mile on down the track
Well, I've been hangin' around this old town way too many days
I got to ramble on, I must be on my way
I got the Hobo Blues......
I gotta go, gotta go, God, I got the Hobo Blues
And when I hear that whistle blow, son
I gotta move, gotta move, God, I got the Hobo Blues
Well, some women try to hold me, but I keep on movin' on
Well, my hat don't hang nowhere for too long
Cause I'm caught up in the feeling of that same ol' great train song
I got the Hobo Blues deep down in my bones
When I die, won't you bury me in an old box car
With a coffee can and my old guitar
But make sure that I'm close enough to hear that passin' train
I got the freight train fever chuggin' through my veins
Writer: BILLY SMITH
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