by Bob Dylan



I am a lonesome hobo

Without family or friends,

Where another man's life might begin,

That's exactly where mine ends.

I have tried my hand at bribery,

Blackmail and deceit,

And I've served time for ev'rything

'Cept beggin' on the street.



Well, once I was rather prosperous,

There was nothing I did lack.

I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth

And silk upon my back.

But I did not trust my brother,

I carried him to blame,

Which led me to my fatal doom,

To wander off in shame.



Kind ladies and kind gentlemen,

Soon I will be gone,

But let me just warn you all,

Before I do pass on;

Stay free from petty jealousies,

Live by no man's code,

And hold your judgment for yourself

Lest you wind up on this road.