Hobo

Lyrics
When the work is through, hide in all that comforts you For the people never seem to moan Moving through the day, keep a-rolling on your way Look, your eyes gaze away from home I've got nothing else to do but chase up all the people whose Poor truths have been told, I'm a loser that's been sold And I'm never the same for you on the road, yeah, yeah Eyes across the way, never see another day For a tale that never sees the truth Knowing he's a man, he will walk across the land Time to join up in a band of blue Can't you follow far away? You lost your chance, a lucky day You never could be told, read the papers never sold And the stars never guide the way on the road, yeah When the work is through, hide in all that comforts you For the people never seem to moan Moving through the day, keep a-rolling on your way Look, your eyes gaze away from home I've got nothing else to do but chase up all the people whose Poor truths have been told, I'm a loser that's been sold I'm never the same for you on the road, yeah on that road
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Credits
- Writers
- John Du Cann