Ya know hoboes are my heros
They don't ever pay no bills
Well they like to ride around, rolling down them rusty rails
Well take a gander, there's the rambler
With the stogie and a stingy grin
And the spit she shoes, He's looking sharp for the shape he's in
With a pick lock in his coin sock
Well the hobo always finds a way
Ja Ja Just what he needs so is to live another day
Hop a rider x3
You can always hop a ride when the wolf is at your door
Yeah ya know hoboes are my heros
With their beggar sticks in their hands
Just old souls rolling, dreaming of the promised
Yeah watch your back boy
Watch your back
Buddy, keep your head down low
Cause there's a bull in this china shop
With an ugly 44
That high lonesome call of the wild howling in the moon
That's just the freight train whistling hollering hobo can't you come
Hop a rider x3
You can always hop a ride when the wolf is at your door
In the morning and in the evening
And even when the sun goes down
Well there's a man without a home ever yearning homeward bound
Hop a rider x3
You can always hop a ride when the wolf is at your door

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