Hobo Blues
©1948 John Lee Hooker
When I… When I first start to hoboin’ hoboin’ I… I took a freight train to be my friend (O Lord) Yet I hoboed and I hoboed —hobo— I hobo long away from home… (Yes, I did…) (A long time ago…) (The Son coming out…) I left that morning My mother she Follow me To that freight train yard. She said, “My son is gone.” “Lord, please protect my child.” “You know he’s travelin’” “You know he’s travelin’” “You know he’s travelin’” Make heaven his home.