Lyrics The Hobo Song - John Prine

The Hobo Song

There was a time when lonely men
Would wander through this land rolling aimlessly along
So many times, I’ve heard of their sad stories
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 ones
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 this 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