[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:08.18]I was walking by the graveyard late last [00:12.39]Friday night [00:14.55]I heard somebody yelling it sounded like a fight [00:19.74]It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night [00:25.59]Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight [00:31.95]So often have [00:33.36]I wondered where these homeless brothers go [00:37.80]Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show [00:43.65]Where the police cannot find them where the wanted men can go [00:49.74]There's freedom when your walking even though you're walking slow [00:55.65]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend [01:06.72]It's hard to be a pack rat it's hard to be a 'bo but living's so much harder where the heartless people go [01:17.61]Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know [01:23.82]That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo [01:30.09]And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill [01:35.85]And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill [01:41.64]And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill [01:47.49]And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill [01:53.70]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend [02:04.68]Somewhere there was a woman somewhere there was a child [02:10.35]Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild [02:15.48]But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while [02:22.35]You'll find the broken hearted when you're travelling jungle style [02:29.04]Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men [02:34.95]Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again [02:40.44]Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretend [02:46.89]Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end [02:52.44]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend [03:03.84]The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night [03:08.61]The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light [03:15.84]The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight [03:21.81]There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight [03:28.05]And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please [03:34.23]The victim of your riches often dies of your disease [03:39.45]He can't hear the factory whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheeze [03:45.87]He's living on good fortune he ain't dying on his knees [03:51.69]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend [04:03.06]That homeless brother is my friend
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:08.18]I was walking by the graveyard late last
[00:12.39]Friday night
[00:14.55]I heard somebody yelling it sounded like a fight
[00:19.74]It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
[00:25.59]Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight
[00:31.95]So often have
[00:33.36]I wondered where these homeless brothers go
[00:37.80]Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show
[00:43.65]Where the police cannot find them where the wanted men can go
[00:49.74]There's freedom when your walking even though you're walking slow
[00:55.65]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend
[01:06.72]It's hard to be a pack rat it's hard to be a 'bo but living's so much harder where the heartless people go
[01:17.61]Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
[01:23.82]That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
[01:30.09]And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill
[01:35.85]And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill
[01:41.64]And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill
[01:47.49]And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill
[01:53.70]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend
[02:04.68]Somewhere there was a woman somewhere there was a child
[02:10.35]Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild
[02:15.48]But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while
[02:22.35]You'll find the broken hearted when you're travelling jungle style
[02:29.04]Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men
[02:34.95]Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again
[02:40.44]Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen don't pretend
[02:46.89]Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end
[02:52.44]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend
[03:03.84]The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
[03:08.61]The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light
[03:15.84]The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
[03:21.81]There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight
[03:28.05]And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please
[03:34.23]The victim of your riches often dies of your disease
[03:39.45]He can't hear the factory whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheeze
[03:45.87]He's living on good fortune he ain't dying on his knees
[03:51.69]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can that homeless brother is my friend
[04:03.06]That homeless brother is my friend
