(BMI) The Hobo Words & Music by Hugh Shacklett And he sits beside the fountain with his head bowed down, dont look around At the grey steel and the concrete a man has never known a colder home With fifty cents for burgundy, a paper bag that holds a change of socks and a bible thats too poor to hock And I looked into his eyes they were blue like mine I recognized The hollow sunken feeling like some work of art they painted To hang upon the wall as we gathered round to praise the honesty of one mans lonely misery And every heart that ever broke one mans dreams a heavy load That died from an overdose of on the road sits all alone
A ready lit cigarette via a dispensing machine - innovative and the dress and hairstyle make me think more thirties than forties
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