Yard Bull lyrics

by

Oscar Wilde


[Verse 1]
It takes a nation's greed
To do nothing
And make it all look wrong
No desire anymore
Leave me alone
And let the ravens roam

[Verse 2]
Surfing a concrete wave
A subterranean cave
And what’s the difference now?
The tramp, the tames, the iron trail
Czar of the rails
Is never for sale

[Chorus]
Who, who knows (Who knows?)
Where (Where) the hobo goes?
Who, who knows (Who knows?)
Where (Where) the hobo goes?

[Refrain]
Yard bull

[Chorus]
Who, who knows
Where the hobo goes?
Who, who knows?

[Verse 3]
The tracks stitched like seams
On a blanket of dreams
The lonesome whistle blows
Arrive and disappear
Like a windward fear
The wanderlust, she calls
Find your own boxcar
Like Harry Partch
Slow engines to a crawl

[Refrain]
Yard bull

[Verse 4]
Skyscrapers, corn fields
Old orange peels
Like pages in a book
We're floating state by state
See you on the freights
Yard bull

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