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 please