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 goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
