KING OF THE HOBO JUNGLE
(Harlan Howard)

Harlan Howard - 1965



When I walk through their cities
They think I'm a common bum
But I'll be a bigger man than they
Before the setting sun

My clothes are worn and ragged
I'm barked at by every cur
But down in the hobo jungle
The 'bos all call me Sir

'Cause I'm the king of the hobo jungle
No one disputes my claim
I've toured all the jails, rode so many rails
I've forgotten my real name

(Instrumental Break)

I once had a home and a family
Just where I don't recall
I did my best to settle down
It just didn't work, that's all

I think I'll take a little journey
Just where I do not know
Whichever way that old train comes by
Then that's the way I'll go

I'm the king of the hobo jungle
No one disputes my claim
I've toured all the jails, rode so many rails
I've forgotten my real name


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2012)