Too consumed, too preoccupied.
These ruts, these guts, these routines.
Just a hobo man.
No need for a Benz, been hitching rides.
Hitched to San Francisco, took a week.
Found mud, found blood, found smoke.
Like a hobo man.
Eggs over medium well, with butter.
Side of thick bacon, coffee, and toast.
Delicious sweet rolls and kiwi fruit.
Fill up a hobo man.
Mostly walking, from town to town.
Take showers at the the local Y.
National parks and national sounds.
Just a hobo man.
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