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 in the cold sidewalk floor and i guess hed been there for the whole night or more only a hobo but one more is gone leaving nobody to sing his sad song leaving nobody to carry him home only a hobo but one more is gone a blanket of newspaper covered his head as the curb was his pillow the street was his bed one look at his face showed the hard road hed come and a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down to look up on the world from a hole in the ground to wait for your future like a horse thats gone lame to lie in the gutter and die with no name 1