Only a Hobo

As I was out walking on the 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

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

And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed

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

Doesn't 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 die with no name

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