Papa Hobo

2012-02-21 | by Paul Simon
Writer: Songwriters: Paul Simon

It's carbon and monoxide The ol' Detroit perfume It hangs on the highways in the mornin' And it lays you down by noon
Oh, Papa Hobo You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy But I feel like a clown It's a natural reaction I learned in this basketball town
Sweep up I've been sweepin' up the tips I've made I'm livin' on Gatorade Plannin' my getaway
Detroit, Detroit got a hell of a hockey team Got a left-handed way Of makin' a man sign up on that automotive dream Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, Papa, Papa Hobo Could you slip me a ride? Well, it's just after breakfast I'm in the road and the weatherman lied