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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                D
There was a time, when lonely men would wander;
             A                       D       G
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.


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


               D           G             D
Please tell me where, have all the hobos gone to.
   A                              D              A
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 travelling sack

D  A  D

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

               D          G              D
Please tell me where have all the Hobo's gone to.
   A                               D              A
I see no fires 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 traveling sack