Homeless Brother Don McLean

[Verse 1]
I was walking by the graveyard late last Friday night
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight
So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go
Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show
Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted man can go
There's freedom when you're walking, even though you're walking slow

[Refrain]
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend

[Verse 2]
It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo
But living's so much harder where the heartless people go
Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill
And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of frill
And they envy him the sunshine, and they pity him the chill
And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill

[Refrain]
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend