O
to be a hobo
sometimes i think i might like to be a
hobo
taking life so slow
going any where the wind may
blow
no address no bill's
no where to go unless you want to
go
hop a train
don't rack your brain
while the rest complain over
gas prices
curl up in the grass and take
a nap any time of day
o
to be a
hobo
Copyright © 2007
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