Kelly Joe Phelps - Hobos Son Lyrics

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