As I was out walking on a corner one day   I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay   His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor   And I guess, he'd been there for the whole night or more      Only a hobo but one more is gone   Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song   Leavin' 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   And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed      He was only a hobo but one more is gone   Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song   Leavin' nobody to carry him home   He was only a hobo but one more is gone      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 that's gone lame   To lie in the gutter and die with no name      He was only a hobo but one more is gone   Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song   Leavin' nobody to carry him home   He was only a hobo but one more is gone