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Linda Ronstadt lyrics : "Hobo"

I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond that passed it by

And I waited in my lonely house

Before he came I felt him drawing near

And as he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to my door and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house


Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of old, I smiled to the hobo

Storie of cold, I wept to the hobo
As he stood before my fleeting house


No, said the hobo, no more tales of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in for it's too high a climb

And he walked away from my lonely house

Then you be damned I screamed to the hobo

Turn into stone I cried to the hobo
Leave me alone I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house


I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye

Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house

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