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and the roar As she glides along the woodland Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine And the lonesome hoboes call No
and the roar As she glides along the woodland Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine And the lonesome hoboes call No
As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through
and the roar As she glides along the woodland Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine And the lonesome hoboes call No
As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through
of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call You're travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through
the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call Travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
the hoboes down by the track Homesick in Natchez and too much proud to go back I went to Alaska searching the mountains for gold I might have stayed but
the vocab You got the vocab I got the vocab Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope ya
the vocab You got the vocab I got the vocab Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope ya
of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
the woodland through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call You're trav'ling through the jungle
As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through
today ? Hoboes and underdogs strike a new chord, they're sick and tired of acting bored. Legions of damned citizens try, while all around the rotting
to Montreal, And he was coming back from the Klondyke. Now up there in Yukon and Alaska, there is a lot of Tramps and Hoboes looking for jobs and gold, so
can crown The last of the hobo king, the last of the hobo kings The last free men are hoboes Steinbeck said, and he paid cash And the stories that
today ? Hoboes and underdogs strike a new chord, they're sick and tired of acting bored. Legions of damned citizens try, while all around the rotting
brilliance These niggaz hoboes Nechrophiliacs eat expired chocho Stomped by my 7 Bordeaux Store ur corps in a 66 bronco Set to flames on a grassy knoll
Up in her shoes in my soul As the world began Smell that ham a fryin' hear Lonesome hoboes squall traveling Through the hole Now behold this chain
everywhere. The unknown, the foreign is disturbing the peace. The hoboes and junkies, The ships of refugees. They all want a piece of our pie. They all want
your back On our little train (x2) The sixth car leaks a strange brown ooze On to the hoboes who ride below It caused their hair to fall out And their
seat with the wind in your hair (There's more) We got bongos basses guitars sitars oboes (Come aboard) And we got the coffee and donuts for the hoboes
And all holographic stars align And all holographic stars align Three unworthy craftsman Also known as assasins Dressed as three hoboes Descend down Lady
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