As I was out walking down the street one day
I saw an old hobo just five feet away
He was hiding in the shade of the hood that he wore
And I reckon he'd been there my whole life or more

In a changing world that has turned on its head
The song was his wine, the word was his bread.
One look at his face showed the hard roads he'd come
With a handful of rhymes and a tune to hum.

It takes much of a man from a small dinky town
To see how the world falls apart and goes down
To lay bare the cards and forswear the game
To know days are numbered and no one to blame

There's a growing gap 'tween the rich and the poor
And there ain't no room for the hobo no more
Leaving to us, to sing his sad song
So the people will know what is right and wrong

As I was out walking at the break of dawn
I saw an old hobo, but now he is gone
Leavin' to us, to sing his sad song
So the world will know what is right and wrong!


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