The Hobo Song
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine; Johnny Cash; Dean Phelps



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 tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' sack

Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
Could it be their time has gone and left them
Tied up in life's eternal travellin' 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 this hobo song