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Verse 1
I was walking by the graveyard
late last Friday night
I heard somebody yelling
it sounded like a fight
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
Pouring whiskey on the head stones
in the blue moon light
So often have I wondered where those homeless brothers go
Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show
Where the police cannot find them
where the wanted man can go
There's freedom when you're walking
even though you are walking slow
Chorus
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
Verse 2
It's hard to be a pack rat
It's hard to be a 'bo
But living's so much harder where the heartless people go
Somewhere the dogs are barking
and the children seem to know
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill
And they see the ragged tatters
as another kind of frill
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill
and they are sad to do their living
for some other kind of thrill
Chorus
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
Verse 3
Somewhere there was a woman
somewhere there was a child
Somewhere there was a cottage
Where the marigolds grew wild
But somewhere's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while
You'll find the broken hearted when you're trav'ling jungle style
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretend
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end
Chorus
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
Verse 4
The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
The Whitman wanderer walking t'ward a glowing inner light
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
There's no spot round the melting pot
for free men in their fight
And you who live on promises and prosper as you please
The victim of your riches often dies of your disease
He can't hear the fact'ry whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheeze
He's living on good fortune
he ain't dying on his knees
Chorus
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
That homeless brother is my friend
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