Walkin' Bum - David Allan Coe

The railroad don’t go there

Airplane don’t go there

Gray hound don’t go there

Anywhere near there

That mean I gotta walk

Gotta stick out my thumb

But the folks round these here parts child

They don’t pick up no walkin' bum

My baby sent me there

I didn’t wanna go there

Said that I’d find some work there

Or somewhere near there

I didn’t get no job

No I didn’t get none

I’m out on this highway

I ain’t nothin' but a walkin' bum

Walkin' in the rain

Walkin' in the sun

And I ain’t got no choice

I’m a walkin' bum

I gotta get home

Anyway that I can now

These rocks and stones are hurtin' my feet

This walkin' bum is still a man

The railroad don’t go there

Airplane don’t go there

Gray hound don’t go there

Anywhere near there

That mean I gotta walk

Ain’t no sense in stickin out my thumb

Cause these folks in alabama

They just don’t pick up no walkin' bums

And that’s what I am now

I’m a walkin' bum

I’m gonna get home someway

Think I’ll just pull my shoes off

Sit down right here beside the road