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
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