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Sidewalk Hobo - Tony Joe White
As footsteps echo softly to
The early morning hours
The slowness of his moves should be a warning
But from the trash he digs
He patchs socks and yesterdays flowers
What a way to start a monday morning
He might have been a carpenter
At one time in his life
And he built a lot of homes but never had one
Or he could have been a poet
Who had come upon some hard times
And all that he had lived
Was just his sad poems
He could have been a singer
With a lot of promise
But cigarettes and whiskey
Ruined his throat
Now it was hard to remember
Even a simple tune
Or the words to songs
That he had wrote
Now take me back to Memphis
I've got to do some thinking
Cause I've been in this city way too long
And it lays heavy on my mind
When I see another man
Having to make the sidewalks his home
