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
