got a hole in my pocket i ve done packed my ol knapsack i got a train to catch a mile on down the track well i ve been hangin around this old town way too many days i got to ramble on i must be on my way i got the hobo blues i gotta go gotta go god i got the hobo blues and when i hear that whistle blow son i gotta move gotta move god i got the hobo blues well some women try to hold me but i keep on movin on well my hat don t hang nowhere for too long cause i m caught up in the feeling of that same ol great train song i got the hobo blues deep down in my bones when i die won t you bury me in an old box car with a coffee can and my old guitar but make sure that i m close enough to hear that passin train i got the freight train fever chuggin through my veins