As I was out walking on the corner one day   I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay   His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor   I guess he'd been there for a whole night or more      He was only a hobo, but one more is gone   Leaving nobody to carry it on   Leaving nobody to sing his sad song   Only a hobo, but one more is gone      A blanket of newspaper covered his head   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 money    showed the coins that he'd bummed      He was only a hobo, but one more is gone   Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song   Leavin' nobody to carry it on   Only a hobo, but one more is gone      Does it take much of a man    to see a whole life go down   To look on the world    from a hole in the ground   Too late 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 it on   Only a hobo, but one more is gone