Hobo`s Prayer — текст песни (Stuart Marty)

Written by Marty Stuart

Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
Livin` to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain
A silent society moves out in the night
Ragged rebels, homeless hobos and those like me
Who`ve lost the light
St. Peter is a prophet to all the hobo world
An expert on everything From caviar to girls
I met him west of Memphis on the 8th of July
He handed me a can of beans and a rusty knife

And he said "everything out here ain`t what it seems
And when you`re down to nothing
Just go ahead and dream
Face the fact that you`re circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now that`s the hobo`s prayer"

Mother Mary is a lady from down in New Orleans
She`s seen a lot of living since she was 17
She 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 away
So are you passing through or have you come to stay
You`re running 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
When I`m down to nothing, I just go ahead and dream
And face the fact that I`m a circle in a world full of squares
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that`s the hobo`s prayer
Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that`s the hobo`s prayer