As I was out walking on a corner one day,
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
His face was all grounded on the cold sidewalk floor.
And I guess he had been there for the whole night or more.
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
A blanket of newspapers covered his head.
The curb was his pillow, the street was his bed.
One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come.
And a fist full of coins showed the money he'd bummed.
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
It don't take much a man to see his life go down,
To look up at the world from a hole in the ground.
To wait 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.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
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As I was out walking on a corner one day,
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
His face was all grounded on the cold sidewalk floor.
And I guess he had been there for the whole night or more.
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
A blanket of newspapers covered his head.
The curb was his pillow, the street was his bed.
One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come.
And a fist full of coins showed the money he'd bummed.
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
It don't take much a man to see his life go down,
To look up at the world from a hole in the ground.
To wait 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.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
His face was all grounded on the cold sidewalk floor.
And I guess he had been there for the whole night or more.
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
A blanket of newspapers covered his head.
The curb was his pillow, the street was his bed.
One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come.
And a fist full of coins showed the money he'd bummed.
He was only a hobo, but one more is gone.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
It don't take much a man to see his life go down,
To look up at the world from a hole in the ground.
To wait 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.
Leaving nobody to sing his sad song.
Leaving nobody to carry him home,
He was only a hobo but one more is gone.
Writer: BOB DYLAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group