Hobo's Prayer

	作词 : Stuart
	Written by
	Marty Stuart
	Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
	Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain
	A silent society moves out in the night
	Ragged rebels, homeless hobos and those like me
	Who've lost the light
	St. Peter is a prophet to all the hobo world
	An expert on everything
	From caviar to girls
	I met him west of
	Memphis on the 8th of
	July He handed me a can of beans and a rusty knife
	And he said "everything out here ain't what it seems And when you're down to nothing Just go ahead and dream Face the fact that you're circle in a world full of squares Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now that's the hobo's prayer"
	Mother Mary is a lady from down in
	New Orleans
	She's seen a lot of living since she was 17
	She said, "I'm bona fide and worldly wise, with original parts 'cept for what set me to traveling, I'm talking about my heart"
	She said, "I can spot a broken heart from 20 miles away So are you passing through or have you come to stay You're running from a woman," she said with a grin "So what've you got to say" and
	I said I am a pilgrim
	Where everything out here ain't what it seems
	When I'm down to nothing,
	I just go ahead and dream
	And face the fact that
	I'm a circle in a world full of squares
	Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer
	Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer

	zuò cí : Stuart
	Written by
	Marty Stuart
	Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
	Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain
	A silent society moves out in the night
	Ragged rebels, homeless hobos and those like me
	Who' ve lost the light
	St. Peter is a prophet to all the hobo world
	An expert on everything
	From caviar to girls
	I met him west of
	Memphis on the 8th of
	July He handed me a can of beans and a rusty knife
	And he said " everything out here ain' t what it seems And when you' re down to nothing Just go ahead and dream Face the fact that you' re circle in a world full of squares Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now that' s the hobo' s prayer"
	Mother Mary is a lady from down in
	New Orleans
	She' s seen a lot of living since she was 17
	She said, " I' m bona fide and worldly wise, with original parts ' cept for what set me to traveling, I' m talking about my heart"
	She said, " I can spot a broken heart from 20 miles away So are you passing through or have you come to stay You' re running from a woman," she said with a grin " So what' ve you got to say" and
	I said I am a pilgrim
	Where everything out here ain' t what it seems
	When I' m down to nothing,
	I just go ahead and dream
	And face the fact that
	I' m a circle in a world full of squares
	Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that' s the hobo' s prayer
	Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that' s the hobo' s prayer