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Super Tramp by the name of Johnny Tree

Think of the tramp, The hobo, The Great American Travlin' Man, Seeing the sights, The great spans of this weird and wonderful county, Taking in places that will never be seen by you or me. We look down upon them, Or with indifference, Content with our homes, cars, and jobs, But consider this you, With these things would we really be considered free? Chained by loans, By the banks, By a mortgage or three? Who's more at liberty, Us or the tramp travlin' the street?
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Written by
TheBassist
31 / M / Ohio
Published
May 20, 2023
Lines·Words
18·85
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Benjamin Tod- Ballad of Spider John

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#music#hobo#tramp#travel#question
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