The weather's getting fine.
The coffee tastes like wine.
You happy hobo sing, hallelujah,
I'm a tramp again.
Why work away for wealth,
when you can travel for your health?
It's spring, you hobo sing, hallelujah,
I'm a tramp again.
Your home is always near,
the moon's your chandelier ,
your feeling is the sky,
way up high.
The world is your es tate,
the road your little dinner plate,
you happy hobos sing, Hallelujah,
I'm a tramp again!
Rockefeller's busy giving dough away
Henry Ford is busy making cars
Hobo, you keep busy when
they throw away
Slightly used cigars
Hobo, you've no time to shirk
You're busy keeping
far away from work
The weather's getting fine,
the coffee tastes like wine.
You happy hobo sing, hallelujah,
I'm a tramp again.
Why work away for wealth,
when you can travel for your health.
It's spring you hobo sing, hallelujah,
I'm a tramp again.
Your home is always near,
the moon's your chandelier,
your ceiling's way up high,
it's the sky.
The world is your estate,
the earth your little dinner plate,
you happy homeboy sing, hallelujah
I'm a tramp again.
2021