There’s an old gent
I came to know
Who was a hobo
Long time ago.

He’d hopped a slow freight
Near Sioux City
And kept on goin’
So he told me.

‘Twas places I’d been
A time or two
He’d been there too
Just passin’ through.

He’s still travelin’
Movin’ real slow
Dreamin’ of places
He used to go.

He’s gone ‘way now
A home it seems
Pockets wrong side out
Spillin’ worn-out dreams.

He’ll keep on the move
As best he can
‘Cuz in his mind
A travelin’ man.