The Hobo Song
(John Prine)
Intro
(E) (B) (E)
There was a time(E) when (A)lonely men would wa(E)nder
Thru this lan(B)d rolling aimlessly alon(E)g (B)
So many time(E)s I've (A)heard of there sad st(E)ory
Written in the word(B)s of dead men's song(E)s
(E)Down through the years many men ha(A)ve yearned for fr(E)eedom
Some fou(B)nd it only on the open (E)road (B)
So many t(E)ears of bl(A)ood have fell ar(E)ound us
Cause you can't always (B)do what you are (E)told
P(E)lease tell me where ha(A)ve all the hobos g(E)one to
I see no (B)fire burning down by the (E)rusty railroad tr(B)ack
Could it (E)be that t(A)ime has gone and l(E)eft them
Tied up in life's et(B)ernal traveling s(E)ack (B) (E)
Spoken: Last Sunday (E)night I wrote a (A)letter to my (E)loved ones.
I signed my (B)name and knew I'd stayed away too l(E)ong (B)
There was a (E)time when my (A)heart was free to (E)wander,
And I re(B)member as I sing this hobo s(E)ong
P(E)lease tell me where ha(A)ve all the hobos g(E)one to
I see no (B)fire burning down by the (E)rusty railroad tr(B)ack
Could it (E)be that t(A)ime has gone and l(E)eft them
Tied up in life's et(B)ernal traveling s(E)ack
Tied up in life's ete(B)rnal traveling sa(E)ck
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