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
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2011
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