Driftin' Door to Door Songtext
von Eric Bibb

Well, I hobo′d from Memphis up to Portland, Maine
I been down to Mexico, everywhere's the same
Hard times, everywhere I go
Dupont′s sleepin' in his mansion, but I'm
Driftin′ door to door

Baby, I wish I could build you a house on a hill
Pour you champagne and wine ′til you had your fill
But these hard times, I know you know
I would build you a home, but I'm
Driftin′ door to door


When I make a little money, I'm gon′ wire you some
When I get to California, I'm gon′ send for you to come
In these hard times, on the killin' floor
I'm tryin′ to get to Frisco, but I′m
Driftin' door to door

Baby, I dreamed I was singin′, playin' in a foreign land
Makin′ plenty good money, treated like a man
Not these hard times, an' the Jim Crow
Hope my dream comes true, ′cause I'm
Driftin' door to door

Well, I hobo′d from Memphis up to Portland, Maine
I been down to Mexico, everywhere′s the same
Hard times, everywhere I go
Dupont's sleepin′ in his mansion, but I'm
Driftin′ door to door