Key: D Verse 1: C F E A Last night I slept in a hobo camp down south of Cairo Georgia D G C A7 D7 G About five miles out of town by the railroad track C F E A Well I eat their stew I drunk their brew and I smoked their stale tobacco D G I stood up to their open fire and I warmed my back C F E A7 And in the meantime me and this one particular hobo we struck up a conversation D7 G7 C A7 D7 G And I'm sure he must have noticed my surprise C F E A When he told me how his old man died and left him sole heir to a million dollars D G And how he gave it all away and he chose a hobo's life
Chorus: C A Because he said son there's better things in life D7 G C A7 D7 G Well there's some things gold and silver just can't buy C He said boy I'd rather sleep here on this dry creek bed A7 With a wrinkled up overcoat to pillow my head D7 Than fight that livin' high up on the hog G Tryin' to keep ahead till my head's in a fog C F E A7 D7 Son there's better things in life than growing ulcers over money G C A7 D7 G C There's better things in life Sing children hey C A7 D7 G (C A7 D7 G) C A7 D7 G (C A7 D7 G) Verse 2: C F E A Well I left Georgia got me a job in Opelika Alabama D G C A7 D7 G Workin' for a man who drove me hard and he paid me cheap yes he did C F E A Well I watched this poor fool work so hard tryin' to make that almighty dollar D7 G That he had to live on pills from a drugstore down the street C F E A Now like last spring when income tax came due he just sat around for days and worried D G C A7 D7 G Losing good sleep tryin' to figure how to cheat the government yes he did C F E A He worked so hard that his nerves collapsed and he woke up inside Central State Hospital D G And on his taxes he got back fourteen dollars and some few cents Chorus: C A Because he said son there's better things in life D7 G C A7 D7 G Well there's some things gold and silver just can't buy C He said boy I'd rather sleep here on this dry creek bed A7 With a wrinkled up overcoat to pillow my head D7 Than fight that livin' high up on the hog G Tryin' to keep ahead till my head's in a fog C F E A7 D7 Son there's better things in life than growing ulcers over money G C A7 D7 G C There's better things in life Sing children hey C A7 D7 G (C A7 D7 G) C A7 D7 G (C A7 D7 G)
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