Walkin’ Bum

Mills

The railroad don’t go there
Airplanes don’t go there
Greyhound 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 figure no walkin’ bum

My baby sent me there
I didn’t wanna go there
Said I’d find some work there
Or somewhere near there

I didn’t get no job
No I didn’t get none
But I’m on this highway
I ain’t nothin’ but a walkin’ bum

I’m a-walkin’ in the rain
And I’m a-walkin’ in the sun
But I ain’t got no choice
When you’re a walkin’ bum

Gotta get back home, now
Any way that I can
The rocks and stones are hurting my feet
This walkin’ bum is still a man