Hobos Prayer Chords

Down one

Under brDidges, beneath trestles, in the boxcars of dead trains

LBmivin' to beat the cold, of the pourin' drivin' rain

A siDlent society moves out in the night

Ragged rBmebels, homeless hobos, and those like Cme,F who've lost the lDight.

Saint PeDter is a prophet, to all the hobo world

An exBmpert on everything, from caviar to girls

I mDet him west of Memphis, on the eighth of July

He haBmnded me a can of beans, aCnd a ruFsty kDnife.

And he said "EvF♯merything out hGere ain't what it seDems

And wF♯mhen you're down to noGthin' just Dgo ahead and drAeam

And face the fDact that you're a circle, in a world full of squares,

Tradin' soFrrows for tomCorrows, that's the hobo's prDayer.

Mother Mary is a lady, from down in New Orleans

She's seen a lot of livin', since she was seventeen,

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

'Cept for what set me to travellin', I'm talkin' about my heart"

She said "I can spot a broken heart from twenty miles away.

So are you passin' through, or have you come to stay?"

"You're runnin' 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 nothin' 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, and that's the hobo's prayer.