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As I was out walking on the corner one day |
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I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay |
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His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor |
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I guess he'd been there for a whole night or more |
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He was only a hobo, but one more is gone |
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Leaving nobody to carry it on |
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Leaving nobody to sing his sad song |
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Only a hobo, but one more is gone |
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A blanket of newspaper covered his head |
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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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And a fistful of money showed the coins that he'd bummed |
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He was only a hobo, but one more is gone |
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Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song |
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Leavin' nobody to carry it on |
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Only a hobo, but one more is gone |
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Does it take much of a man to see a whole life go down |
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To look on the world from a hole in the ground |
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Too late 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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He was only a hobo, but one more is gone |
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Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song |
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Leavin' nobody to carry it on |
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Only a hobo, but one more is gone |
