Western Hobo

The wild, western hobo
Who left his happy home
Started upon a western trip
All by himself alone

Upon this western trip
Going to have lots of fun
But upon this western trip
This is the song he sung

Ay-oh-lay-ee-oh, oh-lay-ee-ay
Oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee

I stepped up on a platform
Smoking a cheap cigar
Waiting to catch a freight train
To catch an empty car

I buttoned my coat up closely
Walked on down the track
I caught the steps of a sleeper car
I never did look back

Ay-oh-lay-ee-oh, oh-lay-ee-ay
Oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee

My pocketbook is empty
My heart is filled with pain
10, 000 miles away from home
Hoboing an old freight train

Ay-oh-lay-ee
Ay-oh-lay-ee
Oh-ah-lay-ee