Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track Mama was a drifter and daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo son But things do happen and here I am just outside of Birmingham Train's slowin' down and I'm gonna jump up I'm gonna spread my wings and look all about Give me the whip of the whippoorwill a whippin' it up on the lonely hill Give me the sun the stars and the rain sleeky peeky wine in the blood of my veins 'Cause I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum son of a bum bum bum Free as the breeze and I'm easy to please Well fussin' and a fightin' and a goin' to war people don't know what's livin' for Money money money that's all folks know they could learn a lesson from a rich hobo I got no worries and no regrets I got no money but I got no debts Rabbit in the picket and fish in the brook and I've got my supper if I got me a hook Give me the whip... I'm a son of a bum son and I'm easy to pleaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
