John Prine (born October 10, 1946 in Maywood, Illinois-died April 7, 2020 in Nashville, Tennessee) was an American country/folk singer-songwriter who has achieved widespread critical (and some commercial) success since the early 1970s.
The son of William Prine and Verna Hamm, his grandfather had played guitar with Merle Travis and he started playing guitar himself at 14 years old. He was a postman for 5 years and spent a couple of years in the army before starting his musical career in the Chicago area.
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Hobo Song - John Prine ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Artist: John Prine Album: Bruised Orange Year: 1978
Intro: DAD
DGD There was a time, when lonely men would wander; AD Through this land, rolling endlessly along. DGD So many times, I've heard of their sad stories; DAD Written in the words of dead men's songs.
DGD Down through the years, many men have yearned for freedom. AD Some found it only on the open road. DGD So many tears of blood have filled around them; AD 'Cause you can't alway do what you are told.
Chorus: DGD Please tell me where, have all the hobos gone to. ADA I see no light burning down by the rusty railroad tracks. DGD Could it be, that time has gone and left them, AD Tied up in life's eternal travelling sack.
(Repeat Intro)
DGD Last Sunday night, I wrote a letter to my loved one. AD I signed my name and knew I'd stayed away too long. DGD There was a time when my heart was free to wander. AD And I remember as I sing this hobo song.