Hobo Deli

i’m going over to the hobo deli
gonna order up a toast with butter and jelly
two fried eggs, hashed brown potatoes 
on Thursdays they’ve got fried green tomatoes
there’s a waitress there and she sure is nice
if she asked me to marry her i wouldn’t think twice
her real name’s Sally but they call her Lula May
she’s a heck of a gal tell me what i say

     the hobo deli - the hobo deli
     i’m going over to the hobo deli

was a fellow came in about a week ago
from down in the Carribbean don’t you know
from down in Jamaica, or was it St. Kits
first time he’d ever had a plate of grits
then a lady came in from San Francisco
never cooked with lard, never heard of Crisco
grill man fried her up a big pork chop
lady started eating, man she didn’t wanna stop

     the hobo deli - the hobo deli
     i’m going over to the hobo deli

now the hobo deli i’m telling you man
i get over there as often as i possibly can
tell you right now, if i had my way
that’s where i’d get my three meals a day

     the hobo deli - the hobo deli
     i’m going over to the hobo deli


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