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Hobo's Prayer
Marty Stuart
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Under bridges, beneath trestles
In the boxcars of dead trains
Livin' to beat the cold of the pourin' drivin' rain
A silent society moves out in the night
Ragged rebels, homeless hobos, and those like me
Who've lost the light
Saint 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 eighth of July
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 nothin', just go ahead and dream
Face the fact that you're a circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, 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 seventeen
She said, "I'm bona fide and worldly wise with original parts
'Cept for what set me to travelin', 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 have you got to say?"
And I said, "I am a pilgrim
Where everything out here ain't what it seems
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
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that's the hobo's prayer"