Rompin' Rovin' Days

I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days,

A railroad boy with nothing for to do.

My people bid Farewell somewhere on down the road,

A hobo's friend, I'm only passing through.

I've seen your cities from San Marcus in the south,

To the concrete fenced in walls of New York town.

And wherever I go, my name nobody wants to know.

And the talking seems to slop when I'm around.

All of my life I have been quickly cast aside,

Though my handshake never meant less than your own.

II there's any which way for a poor young man to stray,

Then tell me 'cause I'd surely like to know.