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Written by Stuart

bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving
A society moves out in the night
Ragged rebels, hobos and those like me
lost the light
St. is a prophet to all the hobo world
An expert on everything caviar to girls
I met him west of on the 8th of July
He handed me a can of beans and a knife

And he said "everything out here ain't what it
And when down to nothing
go ahead and dream
Face the fact that you're circle in a world of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now the hobo's prayer"

Mother Mary is a lady from down in New
She's seen a lot of since she was 17
She said, "I'm bona fide and worldly wise, original parts
'cept for what set me to traveling, I'm talking my heart"

She said, "I can spot a heart from 20 miles away
So are you passing or have you come to stay
running from a woman," she said with a grin
"So what've you got to say" and I
I am a

Where everything out here ain't it seems
When I'm down to nothing, I go ahead and dream
And face the fact that I'm a circle in a world of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's
sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer