(Bob Dylan)



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 Gone