Only a Hobo

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 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 money showed the coins he bummed He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song And 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? 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