Hobo's Prayer lyrics

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, 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

And 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 a circle in a world full of squares

Trading sorrows for tomorrows, and that's the hobo's prayer"

Mother Mary is a lady from down in New Orleans

She's seen a lot of livin' since she was 17

She said, "I'm bona fide and worldly wise with original parts,

Except 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, and 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

And 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

Tradin' sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer

Tradin' sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer