Hobo's Son - 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