Only A Hobo - Bob Dylan

    As I was out walking on a corner one day,
    I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he laid.
    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
     

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