Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane   That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train   But from an airport to depot the motive for leaving's the same   I'm a sky-bo, that's a new kind of hobo for planes      Hey, I took a flight job in Phoenix   Flyin' some rich folks around   They paid me to do what I love to   And I set 'em back safe on the ground      But Phoenix got old and a hurry   So I sky-roped fancy goodbye   Sit down on the end of the runway   And caught me a jet on the flight      Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane   That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train   But from an airport to depot the motive for leaving's the same   I'm a sky-bo and that's a new kind of hobo for planes      I ride the first thing, smokin' the Mar   Ate nothin', leavin' tonight   I'm stuck in this old cage in airport   Came in on the last report flight      I'll dose off where the welcome arrivals   Wake up in a crowd of goodbyes   But I'll hustle my ticket tomorrow   And lose my blues in the sky      Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane   That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train   But from a depot or airport the motive for leaving's the same   I'm a sky-bo and that's a new kind of hobo for planes