Hobo+Poem

But I Did Not Shoot The Deputy

This is not the house of an ordinary man, Run, run, as fast as you can.

It was clear what I saw, A gun, a holster, it's a man of the law.

Maybe he's a gentleman, I don't know, But he could jail you anyway, so I would go.

Don't beg, don't loiter, and by God don't steal, Our justice system could make you a meal.

Try not to let it put you down, But know there is a new sheriff in town.