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

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

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

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

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