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Hobo Lean
by Travis Braden
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Last night I had dream, about a campfire lit scene
And stayed, out too late
This morning I was up, drinking from my cup
Out, in the Summertime heat
I've been through Hell from my soul to my feet
My mind's in water that's a foot too deep
Sometimes there's nothin' left for me
And all I've got are these strings
The Heceta Hillbillies in an hour
That, is what they say
Well, I'd swat at a fly, but they've all died
And I, best be on my way
I hope the crowd's got some blood on their bones
I hope they're happy and they keep holding on
Sometimes there is nothing left ofr me
And I'll I've got are these strings
When the fires around you have grown
When the waters around you have flown
I will
Play on
Tomorrow's another jam, as the angels hatch their plan
On how, to save the homegrown
But the devils price to pay, is the one that got away
Round and round we go
I hope the crowd's got some blood on their bones
I hope they're happy and the music, will keep them holding on
Sometimes there is nothing left for me
And I'll I've got are these strings
When the fires around you have grown
When the waters around you have flown
I will
Play on
Last night I had dream, about a campfire lit scene
And stayed, out too late
This morning I was up, drinking from my cup
Out, in the Summertime heat
I've been through Hell from my soul to my feet
My mind's in water that's a foot too deep
Sometimes there's nothin' left for me
And all I've got are these strings
The Heceta Hillbillies in an hour
That, is what they say
Well, I'd swat at a fly, but they've all died
And I, best be on my way
I hope the crowd's got some blood on their bones
I hope they're happy and they keep holding on
Sometimes there is nothing left ofr me
And I'll I've got are these strings
When the fires around you have grown
When the waters around you have flown
I will
Play on
Tomorrow's another jam, as the angels hatch their plan
On how, to save the homegrown
But the devils price to pay, is the one that got away
Round and round we go
I hope the crowd's got some blood on their bones
I hope they're happy and the music, will keep them holding on
Sometimes there is nothing left for me
And I'll I've got are these strings
When the fires around you have grown
When the waters around you have flown
I will
Play on
