Kate Wolf – The Hobo (Guitar)

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And he sits beside the fountain with his head bowed down, don’t look around

       C                  C/B        Am
At the grey steel and the concrete a man has never known a colder home

     G                                                            Am
With fifty cents for burgundy, a paper bag that holds a change of socks

                       E
and a bible that’s too poor to hock

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And I looked into his eyes they were blue like mine I recognized

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The  hollow  sunken  feeling like some work of art they painted

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To hang upon the wall as we gathered round to praise the honesty

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of  one  man’s  lonely  misery

    F                           Fm
And every heart that ever broke one man’s dreams a heavy load

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That died from an overdose of on the road sits  all  alone...

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I gave the man some money and wished him well as my eyes fell

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To his feet, the bottom of a body wrapped up inside such ragged clothes

     G                                                                Am
That I felt like a millionaire with little more, but rich, so rich in love

                   E
and no one gives a damn for him

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And I hope that he finds Jesus or a bed tonight, or another drink

       C                  C/B     Am
I’d take him home but you see now I  don’t  live  alone

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And even if I did some other reason would make me think of the places

E
that I must go

    F                           Fm
And every heart that ever broke one man’s dreams a heavy load

     C                        G                 F            C
That died from an overdose of on the road sits  all  alone...

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And maybe if he got a shave and washed the blood off of his face

       C                      C/B              Am
And changed his suit, he’d be some use to this country, this prosperity

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But he’s bleeding in his soul they haven’t found a cure for that you see

E
except for maybe burgundy

    F                           Fm
And every heart that ever broke one man’s dreams a heavy load

     C                        G                 F            C
That died from an overdose of on the road sits  all  alone...