Written by John Lee Hooker
When I first thought to hobo`in. hobo`in.
I took a freight train to be my friend. oh Lord
You know I hobo`d. hobo`d. hobo`d. hobo`d.
hobo`d a long. long way from home. oh Lord

Yes. my mother followed me that mornin`. me that mornin`
She followed me down to the yard. oh yeah
She said my son he`d gone. he`d gone. he`d gone
Yes he`s gone in a. poorsome wear. oh yeah

Yes I left my dear old mother. dear old mother
I left my honor. need a crime. oh Lord
Take care of my child.
take care. take care of my child