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Song: Hobo's Prayer Artist: Marty Stuart Album: The Pilgrim Words and music by: Marty Stuart Tuning: Down one semi-tone Capo: None
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 &quF#mot;Everything Gout here ain't what Dit seems 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.