The Lobo the Hobo
You ought to hear him play
Yeah, Lobo the Hobo
You ought to hear him play
Hangs around the depot
Picking the blues all day
I can tell he sorta makes a living that way
They call him Lobo the Hobo
He looks just like a wolf
Lobo the Hobo
Looks just like a wolf
And I can tell you
The man is junkyard tough
And when he picks the blues
You never can hear enough
In San Antone
He caught a freight train Dallas bound
In San Antone
He caught a freight train Dallas bound
Got off in Waco
Just to take a look around
Started picking the blues
When both feet touched the ground
He's Lobo the Hobo
Nobody knows the name
He's Lobo the Hobo
Nobody knows the name
Don't know where he's going
Not sure from where he came
But he's a picking the blues
On his guitar just the same
Said Lobo the Hobo
I'm gonna leave town tonight
Said Lobo the Hobo
I'm gonna leave town tonight
I ain't never coming back
But then again I might
But I'll be picking the blues
Till the freight train's outta sight
I'll be picking the blues
Till the freight train's outta sight