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