Hobo Boogie - Red Foley

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