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F F F As I was out walking on a corner one day, F F F I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay. F F F His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor F F F And I guess he’d been there for the whole night or more. F F F Only a hobo, but one more is gone F F F Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song F F F Leavin’ nobody to carry him home F F F Only a hobo, but one more is gone etc.......