Holy Roller

You got no age

You got no home

You wander everywhere

And ramble roaming always going

Always growing

You own nothing and have no name

What little change you have to go to

Changing your own mind

All the time

But they got no need for folky jokesters

Broken barely paying off their dues

And the holy roller rolls away

The blues down to the holes inside his shoes

And in his soles

He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man

Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can

And he dance all right and he's still putting up a fight

When he drinks all night

He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man

Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can

And he'll steal your pen and he'll still wanna be your friend

Till the very end

Ooooh oh man ooooh oh man

He sings hobo songs

And he looks just like a leprechaun

And you don't know what he's on

He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man

Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can

He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man

Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can

He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man

Holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man

Oooooh oh man ooooh oh man