So I does it with my fists in a quiet place, and does it very complete, and leaves that town in a cattle car, feeling a hull lot more contented in my mind.
Then they was a hull dern year I didn't stay nowhere very long, nor work at any one job too long, neither.

I jest worked from place to place seeing things--big towns and rivers and mountains.

Working here and there, and loafing and riding blind baggages and freight trains between jobs, I covered a lot of ground that year, and made some purty big jumps, and got acquainted with some awful queer folks, first and last.
But the worst of that is lots of people gets to thinking I am a hobo.
Even one or two judges in police courts I got acquainted with had that there idea of me.

I always explains that I am not one, and am jest travelling around to see things, and working when I feels like it, and ain't no bum.

But frequent I am not believed.