D G D
There was a time when lonely men would wander
A D
Through this land rolling aimlessly along
D G D
So many times I've heard of their sad stories
D A D
Written in the words of dead men's songs
G D
Down through the years many men have yearned for freedom
A D
Some found it only on the open road
G D
So many tears of blood have fell around them
A D
Cause you can't always do what you were told.
D G D
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to.
A D
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
D G D
Could it be that time has gone and left them
A D
Tied up in life's eternal travelin' sack
SPOKEN:
Last Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved one
I signed my name and I knew that I stayed away way too long
There was a time when my heart was free to wander
And I remember as I sing this hobo song
D G D
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to.
A D
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
D G D
Could it be that time has gone and left them
A D
Tied up in life's eternal travelin' sack
D G D
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to.
A D
I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks
D G D
Could it be that time has gone and left them
A D
Tied up in life's eternal travelin' sack