There was a time   When lonely men would wander   Thru this land   Rolling aimlessly along   So many times   I've heard of their sad story   Written in the words   Of dead men's songs.      Down through the years   Many men have yearned   For freedom   Some found it   Only on the open road   So many tears of blood   Have fell around us   'cause you can't always do what you are told.      Please tell me where   Have all the hobos gone to   I see no fire burning down   By the rusty railroad track   Could it be that time   Has gone and left them   Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack.      Last sunday night   I wrote a letter   To my loved one   I signed my name   And knew I'd stayed away   Too long   There was a time   When my heart was free to wander   And I remember as I sing   This hobo song.