Only a Hobo - Studio Outtake - 1963

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 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
 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 money showed the coins he bummed
 He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
 Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
 And leavin' nobody to carry him home
 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