Under bridges beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain
A silent society moves out in the night
Ragged rebels homeless hobos and those like me
Who've lost the light
St Peter is a prophet to all the hobo world
An expert on everything
From caviar to girls
I met him west of
Memphis on the 8th of
July He handed me a can of beans and a rusty knife
And he said everything out here ain't what it seems And when you're down to nothing Just go ahead and dream Face the fact that you're circle in a world full of squares Trading sorrows for tomorrows now that's the hobo's prayer
Mother Mary is a lady from down in
New Orleans
She's seen a lot of living since she was 17
She said I'm bona fide and worldly wise with original parts 'cept for what set me to traveling I'm talking about my heart
She said I can spot a broken heart from 20 miles away So are you passing through or have you come to stay You're running from a woman she said with a grin So what've you got to say and
I said I am a pilgrim
Where everything out here ain't what it seems
When I'm down to nothing
I just go ahead and dream
And face the fact that
I'm a circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows that's the hobo's prayer
Trading sorrows for tomorrows that's the hobo's prayer
