The good time here’s not bad, but I’ve had better,
My woman is out to get me,
I love her, I’m going to let her,
I’m bound to leave town,
I’m a hobo rockstar,
Traveling by track with my balls in the boxcar.
I went to the train depot,
Wow, what a freak show,
Hobos and dope ho’s, pimps and gamblers,
And gimps and panhandlers,
Around that rickety train track,
I hopped the 2: 10, faded and never came back,
I admit it, I did it, I committed a crime,
But life’s too short to give a woman a minute of time.
The good time here’s not bad, but I’ve had better,
My woman is out to get me,
I love her, I’m going to let her,
I’m bound to leave town,
I’m a hobo rockstar,
Traveling by track with my balls in the boxcar.
Where were you mama when my train left town?
Hanging around my front porch in pain let down?
Probably hoping to God that I was dead in a hearse cart,
I’m alive and thriving,
I’m wicked I’ve got a cursed heart,
And two balls bigger than a freight train can carry,
But I’m only one man,
You women will have to share me.
The good time here’s not bad, but I’ve had better,
My woman is out to get me,
I love her I’m going to let her,
I’m bound to leave town,
I’m a hobo rockstar,
Traveling by track with my balls in the boxcar.
Coming up from the South I was all soft,
The cold up in the North will freeze two balls off,
But I maintain that freezing in Maine’s same,
As sweltering in the Delta or sunny Tennessee,
Any stinkhole with a hat rack and a drinkhole,
Is ten times better than going back to where I come from, see.
The good time here’s not bad, but I’ve had better,
My woman is out to get me,
I love her, I’m going to let her,
But I’m bound to leave town,
I’m a hobo rockstar,
Traveling by track with my balls in the boxcar.
