Mills The railroad don’t go there Airplanes don’t go there Greyhound don’t go there Anywhere near there. That mean I gotta walk Gotta stick out my thumb But the folks ‘round these here parts, child They don’t figure no walkin’ bum. My baby sent me there I didn’t wanna go there Said I’d find some work there Or somewhere near there. I didn’t get no job No I didn’t get none But I’m on this highway I ain’t nothin’ but a walkin’ bum. I’m a-walkin’ in the rain And I’m a-walkin’ in the sun But I ain’t got no choice When you’re a walkin’ bum. Gotta get back home, now Any way that I can The rocks and stones are hurting my feet This walkin’ bum is still a man.