G7 I was walking by the graveyardC late last Friday nightE I heard somebody yellingAm it sounded like a fightF C Am F It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the nightC G Pouring whiskey on the head stonesF C in the blue moon lightF G C E Am So often have I wondered where those homeless brothers goD7 G Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot showF C Where the police cannot find themAm F where the wanted man can goC G There's freedom when you're walkingF C even though you are walking slow [Chorus]F G C E Am Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you canD7 G7 C That homeless brother is my friend [Verse 2]G It's hard to be a pack ratC It's hard to be a 'boE Am But living's so much harder where the heartless people goF C Somewhere the dogs are barkingContinúa después del anuncioAm F and the children seem to knowC G F C That Jesus on the highway was a lost hoboF G C E Am And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hillD7 And they see the ragged tattersG as another kind of frillF C Am F And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chillC G and they are sad to do their livingF C for some other kind of thrill [Chorus]F G C E Am Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you canD7 G7 C That homeless brother is my friend [Verse 3]G Somewhere there was a womanC somewhere there was a childE Somewhere there was a cottageAm Where the marigolds grew wildF C Am F But somewhere's just like nowhere when you leave it for a whileC G F C You'll find the broken hearted when you're trav'ling jungle styleF G C E Am Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like menD7 G Where those who keep their senses have them taken back againF C Am F Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretendC G F C Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end [Chorus]F G C E Am Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you canD7 G7 C That homeless brother is my friend [Verse 4]G C The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the nightE Am The Whitman wanderer walking t'ward a glowing inner lightF C Am F The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tightC G There's no spot round the melting potF C for free men in their fightF G C E Am And you who live on promises and prosper as you pleaseD7 G The victim of your riches often dies of your diseaseF C Am F He can't hear the fact'ry whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheezeC G He's living on good fortuneF C he ain't dying on his knees [Chorus]F G C E Am Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you canD7 G7 C That homeless brother is my friendD7 G7 C That homeless brother is my friend
Homeless Brother
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