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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
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