Hobo Blues (Dusty Roads) - John Lee Hooker, Bill Lee

When I first thought to hobo’in, hobo’in

I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord

You know I hoboed, hoboed, hoboed, hoboed

Hoboed a long, long way from home, oh Lord

Yes, my mother followed me that mornin', me that mornin', boy

She followed me down to the yard, oh yeah

She said, «My son he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone

Yes, he’s gone in a poor some wear, oh yeah»

Yes, I left my dear old mother, dear old mother

I left my honor, need a crime, oh Lord

Take care of my child

Take care, take care of my child