Hobo's Son Lyrics - Shine Eyed Mister Zen - Kelly Joe Phelps

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