Hobo Boogie Songtext
von Red Foley

For a sandwich or a quarter or a spot of somethin′ wet
He will play that old piano like you never have heard it yet
The Hobo Boogie, that's 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 came to be

He tires of faces every day
He tires of places, wants to get away
He gets the urge to hit the steel
To Ashville, Nashville, Chattanooga or Mobile


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 gotta love that melody

He tires of faces every day
He tires of places, wants to get away
He gets the urge to hit the steel
To Ashville, Nashville, Chattanooga or Mobile

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 gotta love that melody