KEY: COUNTRY BOOGIE D

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Hobo lady of mine,

I never knew from whence you came, what a shame.
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And every time I'd ask her she'd explain,
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Well I'm a ramblin', just a ramblin' kind of a gal,
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you know that washin the dishes ain't exactly my busy day.
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  So if you want to get it on with me,
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you better hush up honey, here's what to say
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come a runnin' honey,
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gonna jump aboard the Santa Fe.

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Hobo lady of mine,

a specimen of the lesser kind, she's fine.
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Well she's a cannonball rider from way down home.
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Dirty jeans and that ragged tawny hair.
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She's the belle of every bum who's got a heart.
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A shaggy little momma with a way out life,
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a real jelly roll baker from way back when.
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Come a little closer first lady of the lower class.

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Hum drum miss American gal, come on and 

take a little tip from me and be, now,
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someone you don't find in the classroom every day.
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Just think of how that little hobo lady does
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when you're making sure of arithmetic.
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It's such a drag to stay behind,
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we leave our callin' all of the time.
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So come a runnin honey and I'm gonna satisfy your soul.


[instru verse to chorus:] 

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So if you want to get it on with me
           G
you better hush up honey, here's what to say.
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Come a runnin honey and I'm gonna satisfy your soul.
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Come a runnin honey and I'm gonna satisfy your soul.