John Prine – The Hobo Song (Guitar)

Capo 2
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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 [Verse 1]
            D          G                D
There was a time, when lonely men would wander;

             A                        D     A
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.
[Verse 2]
                 D           G                    D
Down through the years, many men have yearned for freedom.

     A                          D    A
Some found it only on the open road.

        D        G                D
So many tears of blood have fell around us;

       D                A               D
'Cause you can't always do what you are told.
[Chorus]
               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,

     D             A                  D
Tied up in life's eternal travelling sack
[Interlude] D A D [Verse 3]
                 D                 G              D
Last Sunday night, I wrote a letter to my loved one.

                A             D                    A
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.

              D          A              D
And I remember as I sing this hobo song.
[Chorus]
               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,

     D             A                 D
Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack

     D             A                 D
Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack