Hobo Boozerman Rain! Mud! Pain! Cold! Fear! Harm! Brocken lives before my eyes Fade away! (everyone is) Ruthless! No remorse! No one cares! And all I have can be carried in a paper bag. Gonna get some booze from a liquor shop And hit the road. Old ripped shoes take me away towards the Sun Boozer man? Yes. I am! BUM!!!