Tuning: Down one semi-tone
Capo: None

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Under bridges, beneath trestles, in the boxcars of dead trains
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Livin&#039; to beat the cold, of the pourin&#039; drivin&#039; rain
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A silent society moves out in the night
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Ragged rebels, homeless hobos, and those like me, who&#039;ve lost the light.

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Saint Peter is a prophet, to all the hobo world
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An expert on everything, from caviar to girls
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I met him west of Memphis, on the eighth of July
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He handed me a can of beans, and a rusty knife.

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And he said &quot;Everything out here ain&#039;t what it seems
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And when you&#039;re down to nothin&#039; just go ahead and dream
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And face the fact that you&#039;re a circle, in a world full of squares,
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Tradin&#039; sorrows for tomorrows, that&#039;s the hobo&#039;s prayer.

Mother Mary is a lady, from down in New Orleans
She&#039;s seen a lot of livin&#039;, since she was seventeen,
She said &quot;I&#039;m bona fide and worldly wise, with original parts,
&#039;Cept for what set me to travellin&#039;, I&#039;m talkin&#039; about my heart&quot;

She said &quot;I can spot a broken heart from twenty miles away.
So are you passin&#039; through, or have you come to stay?&quot;
&quot;You&#039;re runnin&#039; from a woman&quot;, she said with a grin,
&quot;So what&#039;ve you got to say?&quot; And I said: &quot;I am a Pilgrim&quot;

Where everything out here ain&#039;t what it seems
And when I&#039;m down to nothin&#039; I just go ahead and dream
And face the fact that I&#039;m a circle, in a world full of squares
Tradin&#039; sorrows for tomorrows, and that&#039;s the hobo&#039;s prayer.