Everybody knows his name
Every driver of a train
Every bus or boat from coast to coast
knows roaming and a wandering Joe
He’s a banjo playing man
He’s a hip bohemian
He’s a come and go mustachioed
Sly gypsy on the lamb

Every time I see him
Oh the sight is so appealing
Fingers flying and a strumming
It’ll fill you with that feeling
And he always disappears
But no one could know where

He’s got to roam
Only life he’s known
Roam
Roaming and a Wandering Joe

He’s in a new town every night
So he always travels light
He’s got no weights, no strings, no bags to claim
He leaves without a fight
When he plays that banjo style
He always does it with a smile
The women all flirt and shake their skirts
It’s drives the men folk wild

He dresses like a killer
When he walks into the room
He glides he way up to the stage
By the wing tips on his shoes
I heard he never sleeps but he still don’t miss a beat

He’s got to roam
Only life he’s known
Roam
Roaming and a Wandering Joe

He may be seen in New Orleans or up in old St. Lou
Charleston, Harlem, Chicago, Atlanta or Baton Rouge
Where he’s from he’ll never say
But the devil knows how to play

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