Chronicles of the Hobo Part I

I am a hobo,
you know it,
my shoes are plastic bags,
from k-mart,
my pants are paper bags,
from save a lot
my shirt is a cloth bag,
I stole from an old lady,
my hat is a broken shoe,
I stole it brand new,
I travel from place to place,
with a stick,
satchel attached,
hopping on moving trains,
sneaking in car trunks,
I sleep where I want,
I sleep in a box,
or under your car,
maybe in your front lawn,
Get up you bum
you say,
I smile and tip my cap,
No sir, I am a hobo,
I say,
good day to you sir,
I say,
I am a hobo,
hear my mighty decaying cough