[Chorus]
Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane
That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train
But from an airport or a depot, the motive for leaving's the same
I'm a sky-bo, that's a new kind of hobo for planes

[Verse 1]
Hey, I took a flight job in Phoenix flying some rich folks around
They paid me to do what I love to and I set 'em back safe on the ground
But Phoenix got old in a hurry, so I sky-wrote a fancy goodbye
Sit down on the end of the runway and caught me a jet on the fly

[Chorus]
Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane
That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train
From an airport or a depot, the motive for leaving's the same
I'm a sky-bo, that's a new kind of hobo for planes

[Verse 2]
I ride the first thing, smoking the Mar, ain't nothing leaving tonight
I'm stuck in this old Cajun airport, came in on the last report flight
I'll dose off where the welcome arrivals wake up in a crowd of goodbyes
But I'll hustle my ticket tomorrow and lose my blues in the sky

[Chorus]
Hey, I'm a sky-bo and I see the world from an airplane
That's a hobo that can't get around fast enough on a train
But from a depot or an airport, the motive for leaving's the same
I'm a sky-bo, that's a new kind of hobo for planes