Can you give me a morning call?
I'm escaping these walls
and catching a train to San Jose.
He said, it's got a red caboose,
travels fast down to the border
and is steaming for the shore
If I can get out of this hole hell
in the morning hours
I can jump aboard real safe
Cause the beating police
carry a whopping piece
and I just can't share my brains
So call me up,
fore the sun comes up
and I can get a jump real clean
I've got hobo friends
be travelin' with 'em
and they lend me a helping hand
I don't know where I'll go
but if it comes to blows
I'll get off and head to town
I'll buy me a horse
take a straight course for where else
and take up weaving baskets
Ther' End.
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