Hobo

I’d love to be a hobo To tramp the country mile To be at one with nature To face life with a smile The countryside will feed me With the hedgerow for my bed The green grass for my pillow When I need to rest my head Oh I’d love to be a hobo Watching seasons passing through To wake up with the dawning And the early morning dew I’d miss my comfy bed I know And three square meals a day Fresh clothes every morning Somewhere clean and warm to stay Yes, I’d love to be a hobo It would make me feel alive But should it ever happen Could it just be nine till five