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 going got too bad
To ease his misery
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 lid
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