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