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The Hobo Song - John Prine
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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard (CAPO 2nd Fret)
Artist: John Prine
Album: Bruised Orange
Year: 1978
Intro:
[D] [A] [D]
There was a [D]time, when [G]lonely men would [D]wander;
Through this [A]land, rolling endlessly [D]along.
So many [D]times, I've [G]heard of their sad [D]stories;
[D]Written in the [A]words of dead men's [D]songs.
Down through the [D]years, many [G]men have yearned for [D]freedom.
Some [A]found it only on the open [D]road.
So many [D]tears of [G]blood have filled a[D]round them;
'Cause you can't alway [A]do what you are [D]told.
Chorus:
Please tell me [D]where, have [G]all the hobos [D]gone to.
I s[A]ee no light burning down by the [D]rusty railroad [A]tracks.
Could it [D]be, that [G]time has gone and [D]left them,
Tied up in life's e[A]ternal travelling [D]sack.
(Repeat Intro)
Last [D]Sunday night, I [G]wrote a letter to my [D]loved one.
I signed my [A]name and knew I'd stayed away [D]too long.
There was a [D]time when my [G]heart was free to [D]wander.
And I remember as [A]I sing this hobo [D]song.
(Repeat Chorus)
The Hobo Song - John Prine
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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard (CAPO 2nd Fret)
Artist: John Prine
Album: Bruised Orange
Year: 1978
Intro:
[D] [A] [D]
There was a [D]time, when [G]lonely men would [D]wander;
Through this [A]land, rolling endlessly [D]along.
So many [D]times, I've [G]heard of their sad [D]stories;
[D]Written in the [A]words of dead men's [D]songs.
Down through the [D]years, many [G]men have yearned for [D]freedom.
Some [A]found it only on the open [D]road.
So many [D]tears of [G]blood have filled a[D]round them;
'Cause you can't alway [A]do what you are [D]told.
Chorus:
Please tell me [D]where, have [G]all the hobos [D]gone to.
I s[A]ee no light burning down by the [D]rusty railroad [A]tracks.
Could it [D]be, that [G]time has gone and [D]left them,
Tied up in life's e[A]ternal travelling [D]sack.
(Repeat Intro)
Last [D]Sunday night, I [G]wrote a letter to my [D]loved one.
I signed my [A]name and knew I'd stayed away [D]too long.
There was a [D]time when my [G]heart was free to [D]wander.
And I remember as [A]I sing this hobo [D]song.
(Repeat Chorus)
