Bob Dylan – I Am A Lonesome Hobo: Lyrics and Music Video
I Am A Lonesome Hobo Lyrics
I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends
Where another man’s life might begin
That’s exactly where mine ends
I have tried my hand at bribery
Blackmail and deceit
And i’ve served time for ev’rything
‘cept beggin’ on the street
Well, once i was rather prosperous
There was nothing i did lack
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back
But i did not trust my brother
I carried him to blame
Which led me to my fatal doom
To wander off in shame
Kind ladies and kind gentlemen
Soon i will be gone
But let me just warn you all
Before i do pass on
Stay free from petty jealousies
Live by no man’s code
And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road
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