Quotes About Hobo

I grew up poor. I never had any money. I was a hobo, you know, ride the freights

The smell that hits me is almost overwhelming. Familiar and alien at the same time. Hellion food tastes like what a butcher shop throws in the trash and then a hobo sleeps on it for a couple of days.

What do you eat?" she asked. "Mulligan stew," said Bob. "My friends and I collect scraps of food all day, and then we cook it up in a big pot and share it. It's always different, but very tasty." "Why is it called mulligan stew?" asked Stephen. "There was once a hobo named Mulligan," said Bob. "He made the first mulligan stew." "Was he a good cook?" asked Todd. "No, he was eaten by cannibals.

The hobo wore old black shoes that also looked like they were too big for him, but that might have been because he wasn't wearing any socks.

What is a tramp anyway? Dave explained: A tramp is an itinerant worker. A hobo is an itinerant non-worker. A bum is a non-itinerant non-worker.

I tramped. When I was on the freight trains, I wasn't looking for work. I was looking to go from place to place without paying any money.

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist. She snarled. Heh.

The girl showed him her stained finger and reached toward him slowly, aiming for his face. "No," William said. "Bad hobo." The finger kept coming closer.

Now I'd fallen into it like a drunk hobo falling into a vat of champagne.

Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water—

En route to California I had a few drinks with an American executive for Falstaff Brewing Company who said he'd been a hobo from '37 to '39. He talked about a friend of his who had lost his legs beneath a freight train and died. He told me he knew something about farm labor contractors. Killers, he called them. And said it again, Killers.

I'm not a vagrant. I'm a hobo. Big difference.

A bum wanders and drinks. A tramp wanders and dreams. A hobo wanders and works.

One year I went as a pirate, but from then on I went as a hobo. It's a word you don't hear anymore. Along with 'tramp,' it's been replaced by 'homeless person,' which isn't the same thing. Unlike someone who was evicted or lost his house in a fire, the hobo roughed it by choice. Being at liberty, unencumbered by bills and mortgages, better suited his drinking schedule, and so he found shelter wherever he could, never a bum, but something much less threatening, a figure of merriment, almost.

That was my costume for the past five years. A hobo. Actually, it wasn't much of a costume. I wore one of Dad's baggy old suits with patches on the pants. Mom rubbed charcoal on my face to make me look dirty. And I carried a knapsack on a fishing pole over my shoulder. Bor-ring!

Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.- Buddha was also a hobo who paid no attention to the other hobo.- Chief Rain-In-The-Face, weirder even.-