As
I was out a-walkin' on a corner one day
I spot an old hobo in the doorway he lay
His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
And I guess he'd been dead for the whole night or more
Only a hobo but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song Leavin' nobody to carry him home
He was only a hobo but one more is gone
A blanket of newspaper covered his head As
a step was his pillow the street was his
bed
One look at his face showed the hard road
he'd come A fistful of coins showed the money he bombed
He was only a hobo but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin' nobody to carry him home He
was only a hobo but one more is gone
Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down?
To look up in the world from a hole in the ground?
To wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame?
To lie in the gutter and to die with no name?
He was only a hobo but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin' nobody to carry him home He
was only a hobo but one more is gone