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Now daddy told me stories
Bout the whinos and the frieght trains
That momma never wanted me to know
That I had spent my younger days
Sleepin' in a box car
She was ashamed that I had been a hobo
She never wanted me to know that he was a hobo
Now momma was a christian
And she always read the bible
She told me all the things that I shouldn't do
But you had railroad fever
And gamblin' in your fingers
And a bad case of ramblin' in my shoes
And a bad bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
So I caught a southern bound in Detroit City
And we rode it all the way to Baton Rouge
I met up with a man called Boxcar Willie
And you got your first taste of hobo stew
I played every song of Jimmie Rodgers
How I loved those old Hank Williams blues
Now every time I hear that lonesome whistle
We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
We get a bad bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
Yeah we caught a southern bound in Detriot City
And we rode it all the way to Baton Rouge
I met up with a man called Boxcar Willie
And you got your first taste of hobo stew
We played every song of Jimmie Rodgers
And we sang every one of ole Hank's tunes
Now every time we hear that whistle blowin'
We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
We get a bad bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
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