The Hobo Song

<br>There was a time<br><br>When lonely men would wander<br><br>Thru this land<br><br>Rolling aimlessly along<br><br>So many times<br><br>Ive heard of their sad story<br><br>Written in the words<br><br>Of dead mens songs.<br><br><br><br>Down through the years<br><br>Many men have yearned<br><br>For freedom<br><br>Some found it<br><br>Only on the open road<br><br>So many tears of blood<br><br>Have fell around us<br><br>cause you cant always do what you are told.<br><br><br><br>Please tell me where<br><br>Have all the hobos gone to<br><br>I see no fire burning down<br><br>By the rusty railroad track<br><br>Could it be that time<br><br>Has gone and left them<br><br>Tied up in lifes eternal traveling sack.<br><br><br><br>Last sunday night<br><br>I wrote a letter<br><br>To my loved one<br><br>I signed my name<br><br>And knew Id stayed away<br><br>Too long<br><br>There was a time<br><br>When my heart was free to wander<br><br>And I remember as I sing<br><br>This hobo song.