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

Mama was a drifter and 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 slowin' 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 sleeky peeky 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



Well fussin' and a fightin' and a goin' to war people don't know what's livin' for

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

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

Rabbit in the picket and fish in the brook and I've got my supper if I got me a hook

Give me the whip...

I'm a son of a bum son and I'm easy to please