My Papa was a hobo, when they delivered me.
We didn´t have a doctor ´cause he couldn´t pay the fee.
But when the goin´ got too bad, to ease his misery,

But Papa played the dobro this a way:
And he´d go:
When company would come around he kept the dobro hid.
He knew he couldn´t play the way the other players did.
Why the guitar´s resonator was a gallon bucket lead.
But papa played the dobro this a way:
And he´d go:
Well, now that Papa´s gone away,it´s hanging by the flue.
The top of it´s rusted and the strings are rusty too.
It won´t ever sound the way that it did when it was new.
When Papa played the dobro this a way:
And he´d go