David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
David Allan Coe
The railroad don't go there
Airplane don't go there
Gray hound don't go there
Anywhere near there
That mean I gotta walk
Gotta stick out my thumb
But the folks round these here parts child
They don't pick up no walkin' bum
My baby sent me there
I didn't wanna go there
Said that I'd find some work there
Or somewhere near there
I didn't get no job
No I didn't get none
I'm out on this highway
I ain't nothin' but a walkin' bum
Walkin' in the rain
Walkin' in the sun
And I ain't got no choice
I'm a walkin' bum
I gotta get home
Anyway that I can now
These rocks and stones are hurtin' my feet
This walkin' bum is still a man
The railroad don't go there
Airplane don't go there
Gray hound don't go there
Anywhere near there
That mean I gotta walk
Ain't no sense in stickin out my thumb
Cause these folks in alabama
They just don't pick up no walkin' bums
And that's what I am now
I'm a walkin' bum
I'm gonna get home someway
Think I'll just pull my shoes off
Sit down right here beside the road