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よそ者みたいな気分で
街を歩き続けて
散々待ちくたびれたけれど
あの娘は来ない
本当に君に伝えたいことは
たったひとつだけ
She said...
International Hobo king
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International Hobo king
Da Da Du Da Du Do

Last of the Hobo Kings

Mary Gauthier

Between Daylight and Dark

2007

the windswept vagabonds Steam Train was the king

The last of the hobo kings, the last of the hobo kings


Now bums just drink and wander round

Tramps dream

The King of the Hobos once said to me,
"I go from Kalamazoo to Kankakee
Out on the rails, let the engine free,
Leave at half past one, get there

in my mouth
Be in no doubt the light is going out in the land of the last hobo kings
Who came to remind all of cold humankind what their hearts had

Papa said mama I'll raise this one

Uncle Duke was hobo king 
Hopped my first freight under his wind 
Learned me numbers & learned me 'bout men 
Learned

Papa said mama I'll raise this one

Uncle Duke was hobo king 
Hopped my first freight under his wind 
Learned me numbers & learned me 'bout men 
Learned

I just ran from a hobo, his name was King Bobo
I just stole a brand new SRT, had to say no homo
Now I need a large pack of Skittles, had to hit

robe
And a highway halo

Passing trains
Sound like silver
Broken chains
Shine like gold
Fortune's just a painted stone
Going where them hobos roam

where that leads to

Cause I just wanna be 
Somewhere in between 
A hobo and a king
I'm tired of people always looking up to 
Or down on me

I'm no good

the world now
My mind
Is not really mine
I feel like I been like a king of hobos inside my own body.
Got my heart freezing in ice
I only see you in my dreams

the streets like a hobo
Now I'ma king I'ma showboat
I'm the real thing not a proto
Memories stuck in photos
You see my thoughts and say I'm loco
I'm eating

Summertime summertime
We got them blue suede shoes muddy waters too
Hobos and Dobros and the king of the blues
and The crossroads where you can pay

Never needed nobody to tell me what to do
Never needed nobody to tell me what to do
Don't care if he's a king or some hobo passing through

If the river

sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers,

Look who is back so flip a script
A hobo from a farm to rewrite my wrongs
I have been far from zone but who is made and lost
I came back with

but he’s a hobo
Although, one of a kind
What happened to him I don’t know
The truth is hard to find
 
I like him and he’s a hobo
With hands soft like

on the drug the drug called fame
This is just a note a note I lost please
Now  holding up my head won't get this rats Cheese please
A hobo nigga from

sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers,

Jeffery the forest's keeper
King of the woodland folk
He's called man's poorest creature
But he banished all the flood and smoke
And where did

reek like a hobo
I don't give a fuck
I am free from the trouble
I turn up the bass
While she rides on my face
I feel like a king
I fuck like a pig
We

And you see him by the railroad track each mornin
Telling stories to the hobos sittin round

And you wonder bout the past that he is hiding

size?
My new shit breaking news shit
Larry King Live and fuck a crown
Given this history cuz every king died
Ages before the time came
Patience was

Man you think this a joke (joke)
Been riding round town wit da scope ( yeah)
Not talking bout the glock
Boy I'm talking bout lookin to the king for

look so Canadian
Show me yo belly, bitch show me toes
In other words baby go take off yo clothes
I dress like a hobo so I got rejected
But I ain't that