G                                               C
One cold autumn morning the leaves had turned brown
               G                              D
A hobo came tramping through a small western town
                      G                                   C
He walked through the church yard to the preacher's back door
                          G    D                G
Where he knew there was refuge and room for the poor


[Verse 2]
G                                      C
Is there room for the poor across the divide
           G                            D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
                G                             C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
                          G   D                  G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor


[Verse 3]
G                                               C
He knocked and then waited for the preacher to come
                 G                      D
With just a kind word for a broken down bum
               G                       C
The preacher arrived and looked out in dismay
                  G           D           G
With a few angry words he, he drove him away


[Verse 4]
G                                      C
Is there room for the poor across the divide
           G                            D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
                G                             C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
                          G   D           G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor


[Verse 5]
G                                      C
Oh if you won't offer me something to eat
                  G                       D
May I sit here a moment and rest my poor feet
                  G                    C
I've traveled so far now I’m weary and sore
                       G     D            G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor


[Verse 7]
G                                      C
Is there room for the poor across the divide
           G                            D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
                G                             C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
               G              D           G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor


[Verse 8]
G                                      C
Is there room for the poor across the divide
           G                            D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
                G                             C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
                          G   D            G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor