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