Nightingale Cummings

The Littlest Hobo

Nightingale Cummings


Tom: Gm

[Intro] Em  D  G
        C  D  Em

Em
There's a voice
                       D
That keeps on calling me
Em
Down the road
                        D
Where I always seem to be
G
And every stop I make
                 C
I see my old friend
D
It ain't long until I get spun round and I'm gone
  C
Again
G
Maybe Tomorrow
                            C
My whole world'll settle down
D
But it ain't tomorrow
                    Em
So I keep movin' on
Em
I’m down a road
                        D
That never seems to end
Em
Full of track-lines and rails
                           D
And liers around each bend
G
So if you're gonna join me
          C
For a while
D
Better grab your hat, you know I live like that
                 Em
Kinda hobo style
G
Maybe Tomorrow
                    C
I'l wanna settle down
D
It ain't tomorrow
                                  Em
So this old world's still my home
Em                                   D
I got my own world waitin' to unfold
Em
In a ziplock bag where I can drag out this worn-
       D
Down soul
G
And I made it through so far so I know it wont be
     C
Long
D
I must be almost there already paid my fare with
           Em
This hobo song
G
And Maybe Tomorrow
                                C
My God will help me settle down
D
But it ain't tomorrow, so I guess l'Il keep movin'
Em
On