The Hobo Song
John Prine
There was a time when lonely men would wander
Through this land rolling aimlessly along
So many times I've heard of their sad story
Written in the words of dead men's song
Down through the years many men
Have yearned for freedom
Some found it only on the open road
So many tears of blood have fell around us
Cause you can't always do what you were told
Please tell me where have all
The hobos gone to i see no fire burning down
By the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be that time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack
Last Sunday night I wrote a
Letter to my loved one
I signed my name and I knew that
I stayed away way too long
There was a time when my
Heart was free to wander
And I remember as I sing this hobo song