(Bob Dylan). As I was out walking on the corner one day. I spied an old hobo in the doorway he lay. His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor. I guess he'd been there for a whole night or more. He was only a hobo but one more is gone. Leaving nobody to carry it on. Leaving nobody to sing his sad song. Only a hobo but one more is gone. A blanket of newspaper covered his head. 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 that he'd bummed. He was only a hobo but one more is gone. Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song. Leavin' nobody to carry it on. Only a hobo but one more is gone. Does it take much of a man. to see a whole life go down. To look on the world. from a hole in the ground. Too late 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 it on. Only a hobo but one more is gone.