OF THE RICH MAN AND THE HOBO

When the curtain falls
On life’s last show
We all got to go
We all got to go

Hands folded down on cold, soft linen
Or lying face down in the snow
We all got to go
We all got to go

Every dirt track
Every golden avenue
Merge into the same road
I know this much is true
For good or ill
This road does lead downhill
And it’s winter

Nothing but a cold, cold kiss
A road leading down to Higher Memphis
There will be two graves covered next to each other
Covered in snow
Of the rich man and the hobo
The rich man and the hobo

Whether you are a diamond
Or a chunk of coal
You’re going down that hole
You’re going down that hole

Whether you are an orchid
Or a faded rose
We all fall like dominoes
Fall like dominoes

Every dirt track
Every golden avenue
Merge into the same road
I know this much is true
For good or ill
This road does lead downhill
And it’s winter

Nothing but a cold, cold kiss
A road leading down to Higher Memphis
There will be two graves covered next to each other
Covered in snow
Of the rich man and the hobo


Floating down the river
Seeping into the ground
Death is a forgiver
So pass the jug around
Pass the jug around
Pass the jug around

Floating down the river
Seeping into the ground
Death always delivers
So pass the jug around
Pass the jug around
All of us are lost
None of us are found

Every dirt track
Every golden avenue
Merge into the same road
I know this much is true
For good or ill
This road does lead downhill
And it’s winter

Nothing but a cold, cold kiss
A road leading down to Higher Memphis
There will be two graves covered next to each other
Covered in snow
We all cross the river in the same boat
The rich man and the hobo

Of the rich man and the hobo