Just ain't around no more
As you been on this road so long
But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize
And she always sang from the bottom of her heart
Won't you help me find my way back home?
Don't ride in box cars like they did before
In the dirty city streets that he called home
He had hollow sunken eyes
She finally made her way back home
Hobos, tramps and troubadours
She was an artist from the start
And though her road was so long
If you want to, you can sing along
Seems like most of my heroes
Owned to an old man's calloused hands
All the BS and everything
Won't you help me find my way back home?
The bluest eyes that saw right through
He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone
The loneliest kid I ever saw
In a place some called, 'The Promised Land'
Yeah, I know I'm lucky to sing my songs
Help me find my way back home
Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home
Yes, she finally made her way back home
Sitting barefoot in front of a dime-store
