Lyrics:

[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 to 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 them back safe on the ground
But Phoenix got old and a hurry
So I sky-roped fancy goodbye
Sit down on the end of the runway
And caught me a jet on the flight

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I ride the first thing, smoking the Mar
Ate nothing, leaving tonight
I'm stuck in this old cage in 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]