The Hobo Song

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                         The Hobo Song - John Prine
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Tabbed by: Dave S.

Tuning: Standard (CAPO 2nd Fret)

Artist: John Prine
Album: Bruised Orange
Year: 1978


Intro:
D  A  D


            D          G          
There was a time, when lonely men 
      D
would wander;
             A                     
Through this land, rolling 
  D       G
aimlessly along.
        D           G             
So many times, I've heard of their
     D
 sad stories;
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D              A                  
Written in the words of dead men's 
 D
songs.


                 D           G 
Down through the years, many men 
                   D
have yearned for freedom.
     A                         D  
Some found it only on the open 
   G
road.
        D        G             
So many tears of blood have fell 
   D
around us;
                        A          
'Cause you can't always do what you
     D
 are told.


               D           G      
Please tell me where, have all the
       D
 hobos gone to.
   A                              
I see no fire burning down by the 
D              A
rusty railroad tracks.
         D        G               
Could it be, that time has gone 
  D
and left them,
                   A               
Tied up in life's eternal 
  D
travelling sack

D  A  D

     D               G            
Last Sunday night, I wrote a 
        D
letter to my loved one.
            A                      
I signed my name and knew I'd 
       D         G
stayed away too long.
            D            G        
There was a time when my heart was
         D
 free to wander.
                  A                
And I remember as I sing this hobo 
D
song.

               D          G       
Please tell me where have all the 
       D
Hobo's gone to.
   A                               
I see no fires burning down by the 
D              A
rusty railroad tracks
         D        G               
Could it be, that time has gone 
  D
and left them,
                    A              
Tied up in life's eternal traveling
  D
 sack