There was a time 曾经有一段时间

When lonely men would wander 当寂寞的男人会徘徊

Thru this land 通过这个土地

Rolling aimlessly along 漫无目的地沿着滚动

So many times 所以很多时候

I've heard of their sad story 我听说他们悲伤的故事

Written in the words 写的字

Of dead men's songs. 了死人的歌曲。

   

Down through the years 向下穿越年

Many men have yearned 很多男人都渴望

For freedom 自由

Some found it 有人发现了它

Only on the open road 只有在开放的道路

So many tears of blood 血这么多的眼泪

Have fell around us 已经跌在我们身边

'cause you can't always do what you are told. 因为你不可能永远做你被告知。

   

Please tell me where 请告诉我在哪里

Have all the hobos gone to 把所有的流浪汉去

I see no fire burning down 我没有看到火烧毁

By the rusty railroad track 由生锈的铁轨

Could it be that time 难道是那个时候

Has gone and left them 已经走了，离开了他们

Tied up in life's eternal traveling sack. 在生活中永恒的旅行袋子绑起来。

   

Last Sunday night 上周日晚上

I wrote a letter 我写了一封信

To my loved one 给我的爱人

I signed my name 我签了我的名字

And knew I'd stayed away 而且知道我没去

Too long 太长

There was a time 曾经有一段时间

When my heart was free to wander 当我的心脏是自由漫步

And I remember as I sing 我记得我唱

This hobo song. 这个流浪汉的歌曲。