Lowboy to hobo, you ought to hear him playYeah, lowboy to hobo, you ought to hear him playHangs around the depot, picking the blues all dayI can tell he sort of makes a living that wayThey call him lowboy to hobo, he looks just like a wolfLowboy to hobo, looks just like a wolfAnd I can tell that the man is junkyard toughAnd when he picks the blues, you never can hear enoughIn San Antonio, he caught a freight train Dallas boundGot off in Waco just to take a look aroundStarted picking the blues when both feet touched the groundHe's lowboy to hobo, nobody knows his nameHe's lowboy to hobo, nobody knows his nameDon't know where he's going, not sure from where he cameBut he's been picking the blues on his guitar just the sameSaid lowboy to hobo, I'm gonna leave town tonightI ain't never coming back, but then again I mightBut I'll be picking the blues till that freight train's out of sightI'll be picking the blues till that freight train's out of sightI'll be picking the blues till that freight train's out of sight