There was a time when lonely men would wanderThrough this land rolling aimlessly alongSo many times I've heard of their sad storyWritten in the words of dead men's songsDown through the yearsMany men have yearned for freedomSome found it only on the openroadSo many tears of blood have fell around usCause you can't always do what you were toldPlease tell me where have all the hobos gone toI see no fire burning downDown by the rusty railroad trackCould it be that time has gone and left themTied up in life's eternal traveling sackLast Sunday night I wrote a letter to my loved onesI signed my nameAnd I knew that I'd stayed awayToo longThere was a time when my heart was free to wanderAnd I remember as I sing this hobo songPlease tell me where have all the hobos gone toI see no fire burning downDown by the rusty railroad trackCould it be that time has gone and left themTied up in life's eternal traveling sackPlease tell me where have all the hobos gone toI see no fire burning downDown by the rusty railroad trackCould it be that time has gone and left themTied up in life's eternal traveling sackPlease tell me where have all the hobos gone to