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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