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
Chorus repeat
1 | Camouflage |
2 | Drive, She Said |
3 | Mexican Radio |
4 | End Of The Line |
5 | Bing Can't Walk |
6 | Beyond Tomorrow |
7 | Sixteen Tons |
8 | Funzone |
9 | Peg And Pete And Me |
10 | Luther Played Guitar |