The Ballad of DeBo

There is a man whose name we all know
Who brings good will wherever he may go
With the wisdom of an owl, and mischief of a crow
We know him as DeBo

Born in Indiana, raised in West Virginny
On hats, shoes, tattoos, he spent his every penny
He left his home at the age of ten
Never to look back again

Oh Ho! DeBo!
Why did you have to go?
Oh Ho! DeBo!
To the land where no one knows?

They say he rode a horse on his way out of town
Then stole a motorcycle from a man he had drowned
He shot a man on the east side of Philly
All because the man said his hair looked silly

Oh Ho! DeBo!
Why did you have to go?
Oh Ho! DeBo!
To the land where no one knows?

In City of Angels he lived in a van
Down by the river as an exiled man
He moved to the Rockies so he could be free
Where all he ever ate was green chili

Oh Ho! DeBo!
Why did you have to go?
Oh Ho! DeBo!
To the land where no one knows?

When he finally grew tired of the stench of pot
He bought another horse and sold his lot
He made his home where mountain laurel grows
In the land where no one knows

Oh Ho! DeBo!
Why did you have to go?
Oh Ho! DeBo!
To the land where no one knows?