Hobo's Prayer

HOBO’S PRAYER


If I should die far away in some stranger’s land
Far away from my dear mountains
And the touch of my true love’s hand
Won’t you fetch my lifeless body
Carry it over the hills to home
You can lay me down on the mountain side
Where I’m never more to roam

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Say a prayer for the lonesome hobo
Lend a hand to the man who’s down
Someday you might find yourself
On the heartbroke side of town

I’ve loved myself some women
I’ve loved myself some wine
I’ve done it all with feeling
And I was mostly feelin’ fine
All the fair and tender ladies Always meant the world to me
But a life without my ramblin’ boys
Was a life they’d never see

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I’ve always been a gambler
When the odds were on my side
I might have been afraid some
But I would never run and hide
Been up to New York City
I’ve been down to New Orleans
Even sailed across the ocean once
Still I don’t know what it means

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