| As I was out walking on the corner one day
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| I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay
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| His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor
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| I guess he’d been there for a whole night or more
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| He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
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| Leaving nobody to carry it on
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| Leaving nobody to sing his sad song
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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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| The step 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 money showed the coins that he’d bummed
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| He was 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 it on
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| Only a hobo, but one more is gone
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| Does it take much of a man
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| To see a whole life go down
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| To look on the world
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| From a hole in the ground
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| Too late for your future
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| Like a horse that’s gone lame
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| To lie in the gutter
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| And die with no name
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| He was 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 it on
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| Only a hobo, but one more is gone |