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