I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor An' I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more
Chorus: (he was) only a hobo, but one more is gone Leaving nobody to sing his sad song Leaving nobody to carry him home He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
A blanket of newspaper covered his head As the step was his pillow, the street was his bed One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come An' a fistful of coins showed the money he'd bummed
Chorus repeat
Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down To look up in the world from a whole in the ground To wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame To lie in the gutter and die with no name
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