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lyrics
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
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024