Papa Hobo lyrics
Words & music by paul simon
Mm------
It's carbon and
monoxide
The ole detroit perfume
It hangs on the highways
In
the morning
And it lays you down by noon
Oh papa hobo
You can
see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy
But I feel like a clown
It's a
natural reaction I learned
In this basketball town
Sweep
up
I been sweeping up the tips I've made
I'm living on gatorade
Planning my getaway
Detroit, detroit
Got a hell of a hockey
team
Got a left-handed way
Of making a man sign up on that
Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, papa papa hobo
Could you
slip me a ride?
Well, it's just after breakfast
I'm in the road
And the weatherman lied,
Oo-------, ah-----, oo-------
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