Only A Hobo
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 floorAnd I guess he’d been there for the whole night or more.
Only a hobo, but one more is goneLeavin’ nobody to sing his sad songLeavin’ nobody to carry him homeOnly 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 he’d comeAnd a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed.
Only a hobo, but one more is goneLeavin’ nobody to sing his sad songLeavin’ nobody to carry him homeOnly 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?
Only a hobo, but one more is goneLeavin’ nobody to sing his sad songLeavin’ nobody to carry him homeOnly a hobo, but one more is gone
© Bob Dylan 1963, 1968
Very special thanks to my highly gifted, wonderful model.
©riginal photos Vienna / Austria
(To be continued)
