Hobo Chords by Hackensaw Boys

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[D] _ _ _ _ [G] Hey there, hubba, where you going?
On that there train, if it starts slowing, catch the wind and ride the [D] blind.
This hobo life's treating me just [G] fine.
I sit in the woods and make a little bind, wait for the train just a little while.
But they don't see us, no, grow.
[D] They chase you off before the whistle blows.
They chase you off before [G] the whistle blows.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] get to running along the side, there ain't no fare on [G] this train ride.
[D] Hop on, I'm four, she takes speed, it's the only life I'll ever need.
[D] Who knows where that hobo's bound when that old freight [G] comes on around.
Who knows where that hobo's bound, who knows [D] where when that old freight comes [G] on around.
Hey!
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[C] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] Oh, where you from and where you going, whatever way that train is rolling.
Baltimore, Portland town, if it's east or west, [G] that's where I'm bound.
We'll take these beans and make them greasy, a hobo's life ain't always easy.
Take that bottle and wash it down, keep your spirits up till you hit the next town.
There ain't [D] no feeling that I know, like riding a train wherever it goes.
On [D] my head down, tired as the engine whines, nothing in my pocket but a Roosevelt.
I've got the wind on my face and the sun on my back as that old freight goes down the track.
I've got the wind on my face and the sun on [G] my back as that old freight [D] goes [G] down the track. _ _
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[C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ He's a traveling man, he's a traveling kind, got his home on his back and a gal on his mind.
He might be sad but he is [D] free, cause that's the way it ought to be.
Who knows where that hobo's bound when that old freight [G] comes on around.
[D] Who knows where that [G] hobo's bound, who knows where when that old freight comes on around.
Yep! _
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