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Intro
1.Verse:
D Out on the freight lines there's G an old hobo D camp
Where a drunk man lay sleeping, a ragged old A tramp
D And the lines in his face mark a G life on the D run
D Is he somebody's husband, A somebody's D son?
2.Verse:
D Every week the newspaper tells a G story of D rage
Where the victims lay scatterd all across the A front page
D And there's allways some loner on a G spree with a D gun
D Is he somebody's husband, A somebody's D son
Chorus
G From the death rows of prison to the D soup kitchen door
Each soul is an equal in the eyes of the A lord
D Though hatred sonsumes them, G once they were D loved
D They where somebody's husband, A somebody's D son
3.Verse:
D So out on your journy down the G highway of D life
Cherish your mother, crave the love of your A wife
D And forget not the outcast and the G homeless were D once
D somebody's husband, A somebody's D son
Chorus
G From the death rows of prison to the D soup kitchen door
Each soul is an equal in the eyes of the A lord
D Though hatred sonsumes them, G once they were D loved
D They where somebody's husband, A somebody's D son