G7
I was walking by the graveyard
C
late last Friday night
  E
I heard somebody yelling
   Am
it sounded like a fight
       F              C            Am             F
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
        C              G
Pouring whiskey on the head stones
       F             C
in the blue moon light
    F            G                    C       E         Am
So often have I wondered where those homeless brothers go
D7                                     G
Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show
          F             C
Where the police cannot find them
          Am           F
where the wanted man can go
        C                   G
There's freedom when you're walking
     F                      C
even though you are walking slow


[Chorus]
           F             G               C              E  Am
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
     D7       G7             C
That homeless brother is my friend


[Verse 2]
     G
It's hard to be a pack rat
     C
It's hard to be a 'bo
    E                                 Am
But living's so much harder where the heartless people go
    F                  C
Somewhere the dogs are barking
         Am                F
and the children seem to know
     C            G             F       C
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
         F             G              C              E   Am
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
         F            C                 Am           F
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill
              C              G
and they are sad to do their living
         F             C
for some other kind of thrill


[Chorus]
           F             G               C              E  Am
Smash your bottle on the grave stone and live while you can
     D7       G7             C
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
    F                     C                Am                  F
But somewhere's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while
       C                G                  F                     C
You'll find the broken hearted when you're trav'ling jungle style
         F           G                 C                 E  Am
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men
      D7                                    G
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again
          F                       C                Am              F
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretend
      C               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 can
     D7       G7             C
That homeless brother is my friend

[Verse 4]
    G                              C
The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
    E                                 Am
The Whitman wanderer walking t'ward a glowing inner light
    F                   C             Am                   F
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
        C                  G
There's no spot round the melting pot
    F                  C
for free men in their fight
     F               G             C            E    Am
And you who live on promises and prosper as you please
    D7                          G
The victim of your riches often dies of your disease
         F                C                Am                       F
He can't hear the fact'ry whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheeze
      C              G
He's living on good fortune
          F           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 can
     D7       G7             C
That homeless brother is my friend
     D7       G7            C
That homeless brother is my friend