I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay

His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor

An' I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more





Chorus:

(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 newspaper covered his head

As the step was his pillow, the street was his bed

One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come

An' a fistful of coins showed the money he'd bummed





Chorus repeat 





Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down

To look up in the world from a whole 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





Chorus repeat