Текст песни Stuart Marty - Hobo`s Prayer
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Written by Marty Stuart Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trainsLivin` to beat the cold of the pouring driving rainA silent society moves out in the nightRagged rebels, homeless hobos and those like meWho`ve lost the light St. Peter is a prophet to all the hobo world An expert on everything From caviar to girlsI met him west of Memphis on the 8th of JulyHe handed me a can of beans and a rusty knifeAnd he said "everything out here ain`t what it seemsAnd when you`re down to nothingJust go ahead and dreamFace the fact that you`re circle in a world full of squaresTrading sorrows for tomorrows, now that`s the hobo`s prayer"Mother Mary is a lady from down in New OrleansShe`s seen a lot of living since she was 17She said, "I`m bona fide and worldly wise, with original parts`cept for what set me to traveling, I`m talking about my heart"She said, "I can spot a broken heart from 20 miles awaySo are you passing through or have you come to stayYou`re running from a woman," she said with a grin"So what`ve you got to say" and I saidI am a pilgrimWhere everything out here ain`t what it seemsWhen I`m down to nothing, I just go ahead and dreamAnd face the fact that I`m a circle in a world full of squaresTrading sorrows for tomorrows, that`s the hobo`s prayerTrading sorrows for tomorrows, that`s the hobo`s prayer