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There was a time |
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When lonely men would wander |
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Thru this land |
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Rolling aimlessly along |
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So many times |
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I've heard of their sad story |
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Written in the words |
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Of dead men's songs. |
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Down through the years |
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Many men have yearned |
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For freedom |
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Some found it |
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Only on the open road |
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So many tears of blood |
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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 |
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Have all the hobos gone to |
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I see no fire burning down |
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By the rusty railroad track |
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Could it be that time |
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Has gone and left them |
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Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack. |
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Last sunday night |
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I wrote a letter |
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To my loved one |
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I signed my name |
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And knew i'd stayed away |
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Too long |
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There was a time |
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When my heart was free to wander |
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And i remember as i sing |
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This hobo song. |
