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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">Only a Hobo</h1>
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  16 <p>Words and music Bob Dylan<br />
  17 Recorded Aug 12 1963 (<a class="recordlink" href="../03_times/index.htm">The Times They Are A-changin'</a> sessions)
  18 and released on <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">The Bootleg Series 1-3</a> (1991)<br />
  19 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  23 <pre class="chords">
  24 C'  x30030
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  27 <pre class="verse">
  28 G                         C          G
  29 As I was out walking on a corner one day,
  30                                      D
  31 I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay.
  32     G                            C             G
  33 His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor
  34                                     D              G
  35 And I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more.
  36 </pre>
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  38 <pre class="refrain">
  39 C                G
  40 Only a hobo, but one more is gone
  41                                D   C' G/b
  42 Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
  43 G                 C         G
  44 Leavin' nobody to carry him home
  45                         D        C' G
  46 He was only a hobo, but one more is gone
  47 </pre>
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  50 A blanket of newspaper covered his head,
  51 As the curb was his pillow, the street was his bed.
  52 One look at his face showed the hard road he'd come
  53 And a fistful of coins showed the money he bummed.
  54 </pre>
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  56 <pre class="refrain">
  57 Only a hobo, but one more is gone
  58 Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
  59 Leavin' nobody to carry him home
  60 Only a hobo, but one more is gone
  61 </pre>
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  63 <pre class="verse">
  64 Does it take much of a man to see his whole life go down,
  65 To look up on the world from a hole in the ground,
  66 To wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame,
  67 To lie in the gutter and die with no name?
  68 </pre>
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  71 Only a hobo, but one more is gone
  72 Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song
  73 Leavin' nobody to carry him home
  74 Only a hobo, but one more is gone
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