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 songs

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 are told

Please tell me where have

all the hobos gone to

I see no fire burning down

by the rusty railroad

Track

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 knew

I'd stayed away too

Long

There was a time

when my heart was free to

Wander

And I remember as

I sing his hobo song

Please tell me where have

all the hobos gone to

I see no fire burning down

by the rusty railroad

Track

Could it be that time

has gone and left them

Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack

Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack