Around the time of the second world war
new kind of man came through the door
"I ain't looking for food
I'm looking for work
Not afraid to sweat - digging in the dirt
I ain't looking for a hand-out
But I'm willing to lend a hand to the man that pays me
Yes I am

Mr. Roosevelt - he understands I'm a hobo kinda man

I've been ridin' this train
I've been up all night
I'll be swinging that hoe before daylight
When the next box [bad word] along
I'll jump it and fight ya and call it my home
When the [bad word] out, so do I
I'll be ridin' these rails 'till times change and kill me
Yes I will

I never know where I am, hey - I'm a hobo kinda man
That's what I am

Those steel wheels-a-rollin'
Somewhere I feel me towing, I know
I can hear that whistle blowin' [bad word] tomorrow morning
I'll be gone
Yeah

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Oh! I'm a hobo kinda man

I'm always leaving my wife and kids behind
Workin' somewhere on down the line
Every night I sleep in a different town
I never know, honey, where I'm bound

Livin' out of a suitcase
I changed from a train to a silver eagle
But I'm getting all I can
I'm a modern day hobo kinda man

These steel wheels-a-rollin'
Somewhere I feel me towing
I can hear that whistle blowin' [bad word] tomorrow morning
This old boy be gone
Yeah
I'm a hobo kinda man
That's what I am
I'm a hobo man
movin' on down the line
hobo man
Yeah, that's what I am

I'm a hobo man