Nothing To Do But Go
author unknown
I'm wondering son with the nervous feet,
That never were meant for a steady beat,
I've had many a job for a little while,
I've been on the bum and I've lived in style;
And there was the road, stretchin' mile after mile,
And nothing to do but go.
The above verse was one of many published in "The Hobo In Song And Story". I'm not sure about it's publishing date, but it advertised it's price as two bits (25 cents). Here are some more hobo verse from this publication.
Hobo Sign illustrations taken from The American Hoboes, Riders Of The Rails by Fran Delorenzo.
To go to Fran's Site. 
http://www.worldpath.net/~minstrel