Red Foley — Hobo Boogie

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Refrain] 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