hobo

When you think about the folk era, when it was really hot — burning hot — it was hobos on freighters writing songs about social injustice.

The network once demanded that they change the line “that albino stole my midget” to “that madman stole my hobo.”

Yes, it wasn't a boy; it was a little girl, but I couldn't tell because she was dressed like a hobo.

A hobo could crawl up her steps and faint from hunger and she wouldn’t give him a dime.

The trilogy includes “The Areas of My Expertise,” a book that contains, among other things, a list of 700 hobo names.