Tonalité : E major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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With a stuffed
bandana on a stick
He travels late so he can get lost quick
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It's all he needs and it's all he owns
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Ain't got no family, ain't got no home
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They call the troll and the tramp
A beggar and a bum
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A gypsy and a clown
But he's not a single one
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He's a lonesome hobo
with a hole in his shoe
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Just a lonesome hobo and
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he's got the blues
With that bindle sack, he's on the fly
Probably live that way until the day he dies
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Call him what you want,
he'll keep chugging ahead
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The only home he knows is
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that old ton of lead
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He's a vagabond, a wayfaring soul
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Only time he feels at home
is when he's on a roll
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He's a lonesome hobo with
so much to see and do
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Just a lonesome hobo and
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he's got the blues
Brown paper bag, bottle of liquid heat
And a cheap cigar stuck between his teeth
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Got a gravelly voice, got scraggly hair
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He's got a big beer belly,
but he just don't care
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When he's high on spirits,
he keeps his profile low
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Never cries when he's dry,
hungry, or cold
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He's a lonesome hobo,
never means to be rude
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Just a lonesome hobo,
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and he's got the blues
Hasn't held a steady job since
he got back from the war
He's too proud to beg,
so he's always too poor
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He's bound to ramble,
he was born to roam.
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He can tell funny stories till
the cows come home.
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Sometimes he works,
but most of the time he plays.
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Somehow he gets by without
a penny to his name.
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He's a lonesome hobo on
his way to somewhere new.
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Just a lonesome hobo and he's
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got the blues.
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Once he had a woman but
she flew the coop
Now it's newspaper
blankets and mulligan
stew
Through
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Rocky
Mountains and
Midwest farms
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Rolling on the tracks until
he's back in her arms
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He gets cold cause he's old but
the soup bowl's free
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sleeps under stars or when it rains a pine
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tree he's a lonesome hobo finding
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ways to make do just a lonesome hobo and
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he's got the blues with a sideways view
his destination's unknown trees fly by but
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his bird has flown on track on
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schedule going nowhere fast as he crosses
the ties on the rails of his past
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had his share of hard luck his share of handouts
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he may be down but never down
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and now he's a lonesome hobo who always
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pulls through just a lonesome hobo and
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he's got the blues pops a train at night
jumps a ride all day across the
great divide, prairies and plains.
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The boxcar gets him where
he wants to go,
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and deep down inside he's
got a heart of gold.
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Never believed in the devil,
never believed in
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God, but he's too scared to steal,
borrow, cheat, or rob.
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He's a lonesome hobo, never graced a
He's just a lonesome hobo
and he's got the blues
He's had a ragged life,
all ripped and torn
He's been that way since
the day he was born
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He never stops unless
it runs out of steam
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The whistle wakes him up from
crazy hobo dreams
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He's been no stranger to trouble
or telling white lies
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Someday he's gonna catch the
West, bound to die.
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He's a lonesome hobo,
a little like me and you.
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Just a lonesome hobo, and he's got the blues.
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