Too late to feel sorrow Too late to feel pain He s just an old hobo Lost out in the rain He ll never cause trouble
So don t have no fear
He s just an old hobo
And he ll soon be far away from here


Chorus:

He used to be a gambling man just like you
Until he sank so low that there was
Nothing that no one could do
He used to be a gambling man just like you
Until he sank so low that there was
Nothing that no one could do


Oh, don't make him ask you
Don t make him beg
He was a war hero
And that s how he hurt his leg


He killed thirty injuns
With one cannon ball
Now he s just an old hobo
Asleep out in the hall


[chorus]

A wife and five children
Who live in L.A.
They miss their dear daddy
Who s gone so far away
They still have his picture
It s a-hung on the wall
Now he s just an old hobo
Asleep out in the hall


[chorus]

He used to be a gambling man just like you
Until he sank so low that there was
Nothing that no one could do.


Thank you so much Chris SanClemente!!!