| The Bootleg Series Volumes 1−3
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| Only a Hobo
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| by Bob Dylan
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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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| Only a hobo, but one more is gone
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| A blanket of newspaper covered his head,
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| As the curb was his pillow, the street was his bed.
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| One look at his face showed the hard road he’d come
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| And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed.
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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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| Only a hobo, but one more is gone
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| Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down,
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| To look up on the world from a hole in the ground,
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| To wait for your future like a horse that’s gone lame,
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| To lie in the gutter and die with no name?
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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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| Only a hobo, but one more is gone |