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 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 goneA 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 come And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed.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 goneDoes 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 gone
Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song Leavin’ nobody to carry him home Only 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)