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 song 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 by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be that time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travelin' sack
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
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be that time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travelin' sack
Please tell me where have all the hobos gone to I see no fire burning down by the rusty railroad tracks Could it be that time has gone and left them Tied up in life's eternal travelin' sackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
