Hoboes Are My Heroes

You know hoboes are my heroes
They don’t ever pay no bills
They like to ride around
Rolling down those rusty rails
Well take a gander, there’s the Rambler
With a stogie and a stingy brim
And his spit-shined shoes
He’s looking sharp for the shape he’s in
With a pick-lock In his coin sock
Well the hobo always finds a way
To take just what he needs
So’s to live another day
Well hop a ride, hop a ride
Hop a ride, yeah, hop a ride
You can always hop a ride
When the wolf is at your door
Yeah you know hoboes are my heroes
With their bindlesticks in their hands
They’re just old souls roamin’
Dreamin’ of the Promised Land
Yeah watch your backs, boys, watch your backs
And buddy keep your head down low
Cause there’s a bull in the switchyard
With a loaded .44
Hear that high lonesome call
Of the wild howlin’ in the morn
That’s just a freight train whistle
Hollerin’ “Hobo, can’t ya come?”
Yeah hop a ride, hop a ride
Hop a ride, yeah, take a ride
You can always hop a ride
When the wolf is at your door
In the morning, and in the evening
And even when the sun goes down
There’s a man without a home
Ever-yearnin’ homeward bound
Yeah hop a ride, hop a ride
Hop a ride, yeah, take a ride
You can always hop a ride
When the wolf is at your door
Yeah hop a ride, hop a ride
Hop a ride, yeah, take a ride
You can always hop a ride
When the wolf is at your door
You can always hop a ride
When the wolf is at your door