Kelly Joe Phelps

Hobo's Son
one cold summer night sally slipped away door left open wide not a word to say hard luck took its toll I can't blame her none not today might be here tomorrow she knew better fare when a girl at home hope for a settled life, not this world to roam let my prayer be heard and guide me on her way not today might be here tomorrow been three years and change since I held her near up and down these roads I've looked everywhere and not once have I seen the color of her hair not today might be here tomorrow I'll be a hobo's son surely all my days whittle off the hours with a memory for my blade and carve the hand of sally dear hoping her to find not today might be here tomorrow Aus Songtexte Mania