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
