/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: LeightonAKADJVoyager https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png 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. 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 come And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed. 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 gone Leavin' nobody to sing his sad son