Sky-Bo

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