Words and music Bob Dylan Recorded Aug 12 1963 (The Times They Are A-changin’ sessions) and released on The Bootleg Series 1-3 (1991) C’  x30030 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. Only a hobo but one more is gone Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song      Leavin’ nobody to carry him home He was only a hobo but one more is gone 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. Only a hobo but one more is gone Leavin’ nobody to sing his sad song      Leavin’ nobody to carry him home Only a hobo but one more is gone    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 song      Leavin’ nobody to carry him home Only a hobo but one more is gone