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