You see me as a hobo. I roam the country o'er
And any day now I may come a knockin' at your door.
I'll ask you for a handout of food and drink for free;
But what I really need and want is some security
It may look like a life of ease to sponge my way and shirk;
But if I could I'd settle down And take a job of work.
I pass by homes where folks within are sittin' warm and cozy
When I myself am on the road and gettin' mighty dozey.
I 'm wonderin' where I'll lay my head to catch a wink or two
I have no bed to call my own though I've slept in quite a few.
It may be in a straw stack or even some old barn,
or in some old deserted house to keep away from harm.
I'm wonderin' where I'll find some food or maybe find a friend;
But I suppose I'll travel on until my journey's end.
But maybe if I'm lucky I'll find a job and home
And if I do I'll settle down and then no longer roam.
You see me as a hobo But I am really more
So don't think too unkindly when I knock upon your door.