The Hobo Song - John Prine

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