I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay
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His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
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An' I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more
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Chorus:
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(He was) Only a hobo, but one more is gone
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Leaving nobody to sing his sad song
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Leaving nobody to carry him home
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He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
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A blanket of newspaper covered his head
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As the step was his pillow, the street was his bed
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One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come
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An' a fistful of coins showed the money he'd bummed
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Chorus repeat
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Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down
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To look up in the world from a whole in the ground
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To wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame
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To lie in the gutter and die with no name
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Chorus repeat
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Only a hobo
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| Stan Ridgway |
