Holy Roller

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