[Intro] Oh listen to the song of the hobo Riding on the east bound train Amid the cinders flying from the old smoke stack Oh listen to the sweet refrain [Verse 1] Were just a jolly bunch of hobos No money not a job can we find So Mr. Redcoat dont let us keep you waiting Were just a going little farther down the line [Verse 2] Some folks say we have no worries No taxes gas or coal bills to pay We get our heat and gas from the old smoke stack As the old train is rattling on her way [Verse 3] Now we never stop to worry The engineer is watching the line All we gotta do is watch the Mounty But we dont have much trouble gettin off in time [Verse 4] Oh his coat and buttons glisten in the sunshine And at his belt is hung a wicked gun Just waiting there to catch a bunch of hobos Because depression made us all go on the bum You might also like[Verse 5] They say its nice to make new acquaintances Many times we are presented to the judge 14 days in jail for riding on the rail And then we all get thrown in the junk [Verse 6] Do the police ever stop to consider That we are helping them hold their job If they didnt have the fun keeping us all on the run Theyd all be with us riding on the run [Verse 7] But now folks youve heard our story The cops are heading down our way They chase us going east, they chase us going west Now I wonder where they think we are gonna stay [Outro] Were just a jolly bunch of hobos No money not a job we can find So Mr. redcoat dont let us keep you waiting Were just going a little farther down the line
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