My, my, my. Listen to that rhythm train, boys. Boy, I bet all them hobos are all set under them rods. Oh, they ain't number one in all them cats. All the birds are this big, and this big, and all them legs. Yeah. Whoa. Yeah. Whoa. Singin' tonight. Whoa. Yeah. Now, hobo. Oh, hobo. Hobo, you can ride this train. Now, hobo, you can ride this train. Now, boy, I'm the brakesman, and I'm a tough man, but I ain't lookin'. Yeah. Now, hobo. Listen here, hobo. Mmm, you can ride this train. Yeah. There's some more hobos blowin' there. Yeah, brother horn. Now, hobo, hobo. Hobo, you can ride this train. Here's another hobo, brother horn. Now, hobo, hobo. Hobo, you can ride this train. Yeah. Now, hobo, hobo. Hobo, you can ride this train. Now, hobo, hobo. Now, hobo, hobo. Hobo, you can ride this train. Yeah. Now, hobo, hobo. Hobo, you can ride this train. Yeah, you ride.