There was a time when lonely men would wanderThrough this land rolling aimlessly alongSo many times I've heard of their sad storyWritten in the words of dead men's songDown through the years many men have yearned for freedomSome found it only on the open roadSo many tears of blood have fell around usCause 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 by the rusty railroad tracksCould it be that time has gone and left themTied up in life's eternal travelin' sack Last Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved oneI signed my name and I knew that I stayed away way too longThere was a time when my heart was free to wanderAnd I remember as I sing this hobo song Please tell me where have all the hobos gone toI see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracksCould it be that time has gone and left themTied up in life's eternal travelin' sack Please tell me where have all the hobos gone toI see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracksCould it be that time has gone and left themTied up in life's eternal travelin' sack
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