Song: Hobo's Prayer Artist: Marty Stuart Album: The Pilgrim Words and music by: Marty Stuart Tuning: Down one semi-tone Capo: None D Under bridges, beneath trestles, in the boxcars of dead trains Bm Livin' to beat the cold, of the pourin' drivin' rain D A silent society moves out in the night Bm C F D Ragged rebels, homeless hobos, and those like me, who've lost the light. D Saint Peter is a prophet, to all the hobo world Bm An expert on everything, from caviar to girls D I met him west of Memphis, on the eighth of July Bm C F D He handed me a can of beans, and a rusty knife. F#m G D And he said "Everything out here ain't what it seems F#m G D A And when you're down to nothin' just go ahead and dream D And face the fact that you're a circle, in a world full of squares, F C D Tradin' 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 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.