Only a Hobo
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
On the cold sidewalk floor
I guess he'd been there
For a whole night or more.
He's only a hobo, but one more is gone
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song
Leaving nobody to carry it on
Only a hobo, but one more is gone.
(C at end)
A blanket of newspaper covered his head
A step was his pillow, the street was his bed
One look at his face
Showed the hard road he'd come
A fistful of money
Showed the coins that he'd bummed.
Does it take much of a man
To see a whole life go down
And look out on the world
From a hole in the ground
Too late for the future
Like a horse that's gone lame
To lie in the gutter and die with no name?
copyright Bob Dylan?