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As I was out walking on a corner one day,
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I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
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His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
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And I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more.

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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 him home
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He was 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