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Written by Marty

Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving
A silent society moves out in the
Ragged rebels, homeless and those like me
Who've the light
St. is a prophet to all the hobo world
An expert on From caviar to girls
I met him of Memphis on the 8th of July
He me a can of beans and a rusty knife

And he "everything out here ain't what it seems
And when you're down to
go ahead and dream
Face the fact that you're in a world full of squares
Trading for tomorrows, now that's the hobo's prayer"

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

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

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