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Ahl-dee-oh-lay-eee-hee |
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Ahl-dee-oh-lay-eee-hee-heee |
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Ahl-dee-oh-lay-hee-hee, oh-dah-lay-hee-hee |
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Oh-dah-lay-heee |
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Tramping down the highway, traveling day and night |
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I don't know where I'm going to, but I'll get there all right |
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I have no one to care for me, I have no place to go |
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Everybody knows I'm just a yodeling hobo |
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(Yodel) |
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I've been all around the country, been around most everywhere |
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But I love that dear ol' sunny South, I love that Texas air |
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Away out where the men are men, down in El Paso |
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That is where they call me a yodeling hobo |
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(Yodel) |
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All my life I've traveled, I'm Alabama bound |
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And now I'm always happy in the city or one horse town |
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I started out to roamin' 'cause I had no place to go |
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Now I've turned out to be a yodeling hobo |
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(Yodel) |
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Now you have heard my story, so I'll be on my way |
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I hear a Frisco freight train, and it's calling me |
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And when the sun sinks in the West, into that dark blue sky |
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Just say that I'm a hobo and will be till I die |
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(Yodel) |
