Banjo Tramp

BANJO TRAMP
Copyright 1993, Mike Murray

Once I had a home, boys
A good one you all know
'til I hit the road to ramble
From False River, Idaho
Thumbed my way to Nashville
My banjo on my back
Left my home, the world to roam
And I ain't never coming back

	BUT RUNNING FROM FALSE RIVER
	WAS A FOOLISH THING I DONE
	TRADING IN MY BIRTHRIGHT
	FOR A LIFE OUT ON THE BUM
	BEEN RIDING IN A BOXCAR
	WHERE THE WEATHER'S COLD AND DAMP
	WHERE I SING MY SONG, ALL NIGHT LONG
	CALL ME A BANJO TRAMP

Now a thousand miles from Idaho
Never took me very far
Hard to make your fortune
Playing bluegrass in a bar
Last week I sold my banjo 
For the rent and a bite to eat
It's all wrong, my money's gone
And I'm out in the street

	CHORUS

Sittin' in a hobo jungle
With my tin cup and my 'role
Thinkin' about them old times,
False River, Idaho
I can hear the howl of the Cannonball
Five miles down the track
It's about time I changed my mind
That train's gonna carry me back

	CHORUS