Red Foley - Hobo Boogie Original Mix

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For a sandwich or a quarter, or a spider something wet
We will play that old piano like you have never heard it yet
The hobo boogie, that what he calls his melody
Got the rhythm in a boxcar ridin' on a bumpy rail
Wrote the tune from start to finish on the walls of the county jail
The hobo boogie, that’s just the way it seem to be
He tires of faces, everyday
He tires of places, wants to get away
He gets the urge to hit the steel
To Asbill, Nashville, Chattanooga, or Mobil
You can hear the wheels a-clangin' and the rails just seem to hum
It’ll make you feel like shoutin'
«Hey there Birmingham, here I come!»
The hobo boogie, you got to love that melody
He tires of faces, everyday
He tires of places, wants to get away
He gets the urge to hit the steel
To Asbill, Nashville, Chattanooga, or Mobil
You can hear the wheels a-clangin' and the rails just seem to hum
It’ll make you feel like shoutin'
«Hey there Birmingham, here I come!»
The hobo boogie, you got to love that melody