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Hobo Blues Lyrics


When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in
I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord
You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd
Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh LordYes, my mother followed me that mornin', me that mornin', boy
She followed me down to the yard, oh yeah
She said, "My son he's gone, he's gone, he's gone
Yes, he's gone in a poor some wear, oh yeah"Yes, I left my dear old mother, dear old mother
I left my honor, need a crime, oh Lord
Take care of my child
Take care, take care of my child

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extract from myspace page :- Seasick Steve is a genuine trainhopping, jailbirding, cowboying, carnival working, migrant farm picking, occassional tramping, near-fatal heart attack surviving, old hobo. The real deal. Steve was invited to leave his home before his 14th birthday and having spent many hours listening to stories from the hobos, tramps and bums who would come by his childhood home asking for work or just a handout. He reckoned he was ready for a life on the rails. So making up a "bindle" (sleeping roll and some clothes etc.

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