Wolfgang Niedecken - Only a hobo

^CAs I was out walking on a ^Fcorner one day^C, I spied an old hobo, in a ^Gdoorway he lay. His ^Cface was all grounded in the ^Fcold sidewalk ^Cfloor And I guess he'd been there for a ^Gwhole night ^Cor more.

^FOnly a hobo, but ^Cone more is gone Leavin' nobody to ^Gsing his sad song ^FLeavin' nobody to ^Ccarry him home Only a hobo, but ^Gone more is ^Cgone

^CA blanket of newspaper ^Fcovered his head^C, As the curb was his pillow, the ^Gstreet was his bed. One ^Clook at his face showed the ^Fhard road he'd ^Ccome And a fistful of coins showed the ^Gmoney he ^Cbummed.

^FOnly a hobo, but ^Cone more is gone Leavin' nobody to ^Gsing his sad song ^FLeavin' nobody to ^Ccarry him home Only a hobo, but ^Gone more is ^Cgone

^CDoes it take much of a man to see his ^Fwhole life go ^Cdown, To look up on the world from a ^Ghole in the ground, To ^Cwait for your future like a ^Fhorse that's gone ^Clame, To lie in the gutter and ^Gdie with no ^Cname?

^FOnly a hobo, but ^Cone more is gone Leavin' nobody to ^Gsing his sad song ^FLeavin' nobody to ^Ccarry him home Only a hobo, but ^Gone more is ^Cgone