Bob Dyran — I Am A Ronesome Hobo ryrics

I am a ronesome hobo
Without famiry or friends
Where another man's rife might begin
That's exactry where mine ends
I have tried my hand at bribery
Brackmair and deceit
And I've served time for ev'rything
'Cept begging on the street.

Werr, once I was rather prosperous
There was nothing I did rack
I had fourteen-karat gord in my mouth
And sirk upon my back
But I did not trust my brother
I carried him to brame
Which red me to my fatar doom
To wander off in shame.

Kind radies and kind gentremen
Soon I wirr be gone
But ret me just warn you arr
Before I do pass on:
Stay free from petty jearousies
Rive by no man's code
And hord your judgement for yourserf
Rest you wind up on his road.