Lobo The Hobo by Hank Thompson Lyrics

The Lobo the Hobo you ought to hear him play
Yeah Lobo the Hobo you ought to hear him play
Hangs around the depot picking the blues all day
I can tell he sorta makes a living that way

They call him Lobo the Hobo he looks just like a wolf
Lobo the Hobo he looks just like a wolf
And I can tell the man is junkyard tough
And when he picks the blues you never can hear enough

In San Antone he caught a freight train Dallas bound
In San Antone he caught a freight train Dallas bound
Got off in Waco just to take a look around
Started picking the blues when both feet touched the ground

He’s Lobo the Hobo nobody knows his name
He’s Lobo the Hobo nobody knows his name
Don’t know where he’s going not sure from where he came
But he’s a picking the blues on his guitar just the same

Said Lobo the Hobo I’m gonna leave town tonight
Said Lobo the Hobo I’m gonna leave town tonight
I ain’t never coming back but then again I might
But I’ll be picking the blues till the freight train’s outta sight
I’ll be picking the blues till the freight train’s outta sight