The Hobo Mother-In-Law
Well I think I finally figured it out
The answer I've wanted to know
What makes her mother act like that
And her five o'clock shadow grow
You see, I have always wondered
Why she takes her bath in the yard
The bird bath is her bathtub
While my wife is standing guard
She drinks her meals on a bench outside
From a plain brown paper bag
Her clothes are always tattered and torn
And she looks like a crazy old hag
She always wears those army boots
And her car is a shopping cart
She talks of all the places she's been
And she calls Graffiti, art
Did I mention she plays harmonica?
Like that Boxcar Willie guy
She plays, "Nobody knows the troubles"
As a tear leaks from her eye
And when she goes on her vacations
She'll never take a plane
She says she's just more comfortable
In the boxcar of a train
So, I finally know all the answers
And I'll share them with you all
I want you to know that my wife's mom
Is the Hobo mother-in-law
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