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 hed 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 hed come
And a fistful of money
Showed the coins that hed 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 thats 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