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Things I learned in hobo jungle |
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Were things they never taught me in a class room |
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Like where to find a hand out |
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While bummin' through Chicago in the afternoon |
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Hey, I'm not braggin' or complainin' |
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I'm just talkin' to myself man to man |
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This ol' mental fat I'm chewin' didn't take a lotta doin' |
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But I take a lot of pride in what I am |
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I guess I grew up a loner |
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I don't remember ever havin' any folks around |
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But I keep thumbin' through the phonebooks |
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And looking for my daddy's name in every town |
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And I meet lots of friendly people |
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But I'll always wind up leavin' on the lam |
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Hey, where I've been or where I'm goin' |
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Didn't take a lotta knowin' |
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But I take a lot of pride in what I am |
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I never travel in a hurry |
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Because I got nobody waitin' for me anywhere |
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Home is anywhere I'm livin' |
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If it's sleepin' on some vacant bench in City Square |
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Or if I'm workin' on some road gang |
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Or just livin' off the fat of our great land |
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I never been nobody's idol but at least I got a title |
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And I take a lot of pride in what I am |
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I never been nobody's idol |
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I take a lot of pride in what I am |
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I take a lot of pride in what I am |
