Somebodys Husband Somebodys Son

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Out on the freight lines there's 
G           D
an old hobo camp
Where a drunk man lay sleeping, a 
           A
ragged old tramp
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And the lines in his face mark a 
G           D
life on the run
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Is he somebody's husband, 
    D
somebody's son?

[Verse 2]
D                                
Every week the newspaper tells a 
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story of rage
Where the victims lay scatterd all 
           A
across the front page
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And there's allways some loner on 
  G            D
a spree with a gun
Continues after the ad
D                         A      
Is he somebody's husband, 
    D
somebody's son

[Chorus]
G                                 
From the death rows of prison to 
   D
the soup kitchen door
Each soul is an equal in the eyes of
     A
 the lord
D                            G   
Though hatred sonsumes them, once
           D
 they were loved
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They where somebody's husband, 
  A          D
somebody's son

[Verse 3]
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So out on your journy down the 
  G          D
highway of life
Cherish your mother, crave the love 
        A
of your wife
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And forget not the outcast and the 
G             D
homeless were once
D                   A          D
somebody's husband, somebody's son

[Chorus]
G                                 
From the death rows of prison to 
   D
the soup kitchen door
Each soul is an equal in the eyes of
     A
 the lord
D                            G   
Though hatred sonsumes them, once
           D
 they were loved
D                            
They where somebody's husband, 
  A          D
somebody's son