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Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad trackMama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo sonBut things do happen and here I am just outside of BirminghamTrain's slowing down and I'm gonna jump upI'm gonna spread my wings and look all aboutGive me the whip of the whippoorwill a whippin' it up on the lonely hillGive me the sun the stars and the rain sneaky peaky wine in the blood of my veinsCause I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bumI'm a son of a bum son of a bum bum bumFree as the breeze and I'm easy to pleaseFussin' and a fightin' and a goin' to war people don't know what the livin's forMoney money money that's all folks know they could learn a lesson from a rich hoboGot no worries and no regrets got no money but I got no debtsRabbit in the picket and the fish in the brookAnd I've got mu supper if I got me a hookGive me the whip of the whippoorwillI'm a son of a bum I'm just easy to please Lord I'm a son of a bumI'm a son of a bum easy to please From Letras Mania