As I was out walking on a corner one day,
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
His face was all grounded
in the cold sidewalk floor
And I guess he'd been there
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
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
A blanket of newspaper covered his head,
As the curb was his pillow,
the street was his bed.
One look at his face showed
The hard road he'd come
And a fistful of coins showed
the money he bummed.
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin' nobody to carry him home
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 on 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 die with no name?
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin' nobody to carry him home
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
As I was out walking on a corner one day,
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
His face was all grounded
in the cold sidewalk floor
And I guess he'd been there
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
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
A blanket of newspaper covered his head,
As the curb was his pillow,
the street was his bed.
One look at his face showed
The hard road he'd come
And a fistful of coins showed
the money he bummed.
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin' nobody to carry him home
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 on 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 die with no name?
Only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Leavin' nobody to carry him home
Only a hobo, but one more is gone