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 Curb Was His Pillow, The Street Was His Bed.

One Look At His Face Showed The Hard Road He'd Come

And A Fistful Of Coins Showed The Money He Bummed.



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



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?



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