Текст песни Rompin' Rovin' Days

I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days, A railroad boy with nothing for to do. My people bid Farewell somewhere on down the road, A hobo's friend, I'm only passing through. I've seen your cities from San Marcus in the south, To the concrete fenced in walls of New York town. And wherever I go, my name nobody wants to know. And the talking seems to slop when I'm around. All of my life I have been quickly cast aside, Though my handshake never meant less than your own. II there's any which way for a poor young man to stray, Then tell me 'cause I'd surely like to know.