I’d love to be a hobo

To tramp the country mile

To be at one with nature

To face life with a smile

The countryside will feed me

With the hedgerow for my bed

The green grass for my pillow

When I need to rest my head

Oh I’d love to be a hobo

Watching seasons passing through

To wake up with the dawning

And the early morning dew

I’d miss my comfy bed I know

And three square meals a day

Fresh clothes every morning

Somewhere clean and warm to stay

Yes, I’d love to be a hobo

It would make me feel alive

But should it ever happen

Could it just be nine till five