Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track

Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo son

But things do happen and here I am just outside of Birmingham

Train's slowing down and I'm gonna jump up

I'm gonna spread my wings and look all about

Give me the whip of the whippoorwill a whippin' it up on the lonely hill

Give me the sun the stars and the rain sneaky peaky wine in the blood of my veins

Cause I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum

I'm a son of a bum son of a bum bum bum

Free as the breeze and I'm easy to please



Fussin' and a fightin' and a goin' to war people don't know what the livin's for

Money money money that's all folks know they could learn a lesson from a rich hobo

Got no worries and no regrets got no money but I got no debts

Rabbit in the picket and the fish in the brook

And I've got mu supper if I got me a hook

Give me the whip of the whippoorwill...

I'm a son of a bum I'm just easy to please Lord I'm a son of a bum

I'm a son of a bum easy to please