I was walking by the graveyard late last Friday night Heard somebody yellin' it sounded like a fight It was just a drunken hobo dancin' circles in the night Pourin' whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show Where the police cannot find them where the wanted man can go There's freedom when you're walkin' even though you're walkin' slow Smash your bottle on the gravestone and live while you can That homeless brother is my friend It's hard to be a pack rat it's hard to be a boat But livin' so much harder where the heartless people go Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of frill And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill And they're sad to do their livin' for some other kind of thrill Smash your bottle on the gravestone and live while you can That homeless brother is my friend Somewhere there was a woman somewhere there was a child Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild Somewhere's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while You'll find they're broken hearted when you're travelin' jungle style Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again Where the nightstick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretend Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end Smash your bottle on the gravestone and live while you can That homeless brother is my friend The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight And you who live on promises and prosper as you please Well the victim of our riches often dies of our disease He can't hear the factory whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheeze He's living on good fortune he ain't dying on his knees Smash your bottle on the gravestone and live while you can That homeless brother is my friend That homeless brother is my friend Thank you. You can be back here. Thank you very much.