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.
I could hear the clicky clack of the track! Nice:) d
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Thank you very much.
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Reminds me of the IWW, and how they helped the hobos and homeless get jobs and give them a place to sing.
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