G7
I was walking by the graveyard
C
late last Friday night
E
I heard somebody yelling
Am
it sounded like a fight
FCAmF
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
CG
Pouring whiskey on the head stones
FC
in the blue moon light
FGCEAm
So often have I wondered where those homeless brothers go
D7G
Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show
FC
Where the police cannot find them
AmF
where the wanted man can go
CG
There's freedom when you're walking
FC
even though you are walking slow
[Chorus]
FGCEAm
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
D7G7C
That homeless brother is my friend
[Verse 2]
G
It's hard to be a pack rat
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C
It's hard to be a 'bo
EAm
But living's so much harder where the heartless people go
FC
Somewhere the dogs are barking
AmF
and the children seem to know
CGFC
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
FGCEAm
And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill
D7
And they see the ragged tatters
G
as another kind of frill
FCAmF
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill
CG
and they are sad to do their living
FC
for some other kind of thrill
[Chorus]
FGCEAm
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
D7G7C
That homeless brother is my friend
[Verse 3]
G
Somewhere there was a woman
C
somewhere there was a child
E
Somewhere there was a cottage
Am
Where the marigolds grew wild
FCAmF
But somewhere's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while
CGFC
You'll find the broken hearted when you're trav'ling jungle style
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FGCEAm
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men
D7G
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again
FCAmF
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretend
CGFC
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end
[Chorus]
FGCEAm
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
D7G7C
That homeless brother is my friend
[Verse 4]
GC
The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
EAm
The Whitman wanderer walking t'ward a glowing inner light
FCAmF
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
CG
There's no spot round the melting pot
FC
for free men in their fight
FGCEAm
And you who live on promises and prosper as you please
D7G
The victim of your riches often dies of your disease
FCAm
He can't hear the fact'ry whistle just the lonesome freight train's
F
wheeze
CG
He's living on good fortune
FC
he ain't dying on his knees
[Chorus]
FGCEAm
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
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D7G7C
That homeless brother is my friend
D7G7C
That homeless brother is my friend