(bob dylan)
As i was out walking on the corner one day
i spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay
his face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor
i guess he'd been there for a whole night or more
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
leaving nobody to carry it on
leaving nobody to sing his sad song
only a hobo, but one more is gone
A blanket of newspaper covered his head
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 that he'd bummed
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
leavin' nobody to carry it on
only a hobo, but one more is gone
Does it take much of a man
to see a whole life go down
to look on the world
from a hole in the ground
too late 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 it on
only a hobo, but one more is gone