around the time of the second world war a new kind of man came through the door i ain t looking for food i m looking for work not afraid to sweat digging in the dirt i ain t looking for a hand out but i m willing to lend a hand to the man that pays me yes i am mr roosevelt he understands i m a hobo kinda man i ve been riding this train i ve been up all night i ll be swinging that ho before daylight when the next box car comes along i ll jump it and fight ya and call it my home when the money runs out so do i i ll be riding these rails till times change and kill me yes i will i never know where i am hey i m a hobo kinda man that s what i am those steel wheels a rolling somewhere i feel me towing i know i can hear that whistle blowing come tomorrow morning i ll be gone yeah oh i m a hobo kinda man i m always leaving my wife and kids behind working somewhere on down the line every night i sleep in a different town i never know honey where i m bound living out of a suitcase i changed from a train to a silver eagle but i m getting all i can i m a modern day hobo kinda man 
['album rock', 'blues rock', 'classic rock', 'country rock', 'hard rock', 'mellow gold', 'rock', 'southern rock']