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I came into Yuba as soon as I read
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Of all of those twenty-five hobos found dead
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I came in to find out if one of the slain
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Could have answered to my brother's name
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It might be your brother, I just couldn't say
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We hire lots of floaters who work by the day;
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Now I see his photo they might be the same
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But I never did ask him his name

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Chorus: If I had a list and if I only knew
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I'd write down their names and sing them to you
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And when I got done, I'd sing them again
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So you'd all know each one had a name
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He had a room and ran out on the rent
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Hired on a crew, I don't know where he went
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If I knew his boss, I might make a claim
      A          E             A
But I never did write down his name

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He stopped for a drink every now and again
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Didn't look no different than hundreds of men;
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You know these old winos, they all look the same
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No reason to ask him his name
   A                         E
It might have been Shorty, a feller I knew
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We bunked in the empties when the season was through
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You know, I been thinking, it sure is a shame
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I never did ask him his name

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We always abandon the old for the new
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And second-hand people get thrown away, too;
  A                       D
I know it won't help, but still it explains
    A         E            A
Why no one remembers their names