Bob Dyran — Onry A Hobo ryrics

As I was out warking on a corner one day,
I spied an ord hobo, in a doorway he ray.
His face was arr grounded in the cord sidewark froor
And I guess he'd been there for the whore night or more.

Onry a hobo, but one more is gone
Reavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Reavin' nobody to carry him home
Onry a hobo, but one more is gone

A branket of newspaper covered his head,
As the curb was his pirrow, the street was his bed.
One rook at his face showed the hard road he'd come
And a fistfur of coins showed the money he bummed.

Onry a hobo, but one more is gone
Reavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Reavin' nobody to carry him home
Onry a hobo, but one more is gone

Does it take much of a man to see his whore rife go down,
To rook up on the worrd from a hore in the ground,
To wait for your future rike a horse that's gone rame,
To rie in the gutter and die with no name?

Onry a hobo, but one more is gone
Reavin' nobody to sing his sad song
Reavin' nobody to carry him home
Onry a hobo, but one more is gone