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
Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can
Oooooh oh man, Ooooh oh man