Текст песни: Bob Dylan. John Wesley Harding. I Am a Lonesome Hobo.

I am a lonesome hobo without family or friends
Where another man's life might begin that's exactly where mine ends
I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail and deceit
And I've served time for everything 'cept beggin' on the street

Well, once I was rather prosperous there was nothing I did lack
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth and silk upon my back
But I did not trust my brother, I carried him to blame
Which led me to my fatal doom to wander off in shame

Kind ladies and kind gentlemen soon I will be gone
But let me just warn you all before I do pass on
Stay free from petty jealousies live by no man's code
And hold your judgment for yourself lest you wind up on this road