She needs a man to hold her hand and love her tender care
He wants to know when he comes and goes that she will stay right there
He really wants to be a hobo the road he wants to fill
While she stays home and bakes the pies and leaves them on the windowsill
She's a faithful wife and she gives her life and will die for just one man
While a rambler tries to be a gambler and love as many women as he can
And so he flows and rows and grows to know a hobos cure
But a hobos cure is a woman's lure that pie on the windowsill
She gives to him and he receives they love and then he leaves
He lies and cries and says goodby little darling don't you grieve
So he roams and she stays home and does what a woman will
Dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves them on the windowsill
She gives to him and he receives they love and then he leaves
He lies and cries and says goodbye little darling don't you grieve
So he roams and she stays home and does what a woman will
Dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves them on the windowsill
