A E I came into Yuba as soon as I readD A Of all of those twenty-five hobos found deadA D I came in to find out if one of the slainA E A Could have answered to my brother's nameA E It might be your brother, I just couldn't sayD A We hire lots of floaters who work by the day;A D Now I see his photo they might be the sameA E A But I never did ask him his nameA E Chorus: If I had a list and if I only knewE A I'd write down their names and sing them to youA D And when I got done, I'd sing them againA E A So you'd all know each one had a nameA E He had a room and ran out on the rentD A Hired on a crew, I don't know where he wentA D If I knew his boss, I might make a claimA E A But I never did write down his nameA E He stopped for a drink every now and againD A Didn't look no different than hundreds of men;A D You know these old winos, they all look the sameA E A No reason to ask him his nameA E It might have been Shorty, a feller I knewD A We bunked in the empties when the season was throughA D You know, I been thinking, it sure is a shameA E A I never did ask him his nameA E We always abandon the old for the newD A And second-hand people get thrown away, too;A D I know it won't help, but still it explainsA E A Why no one remembers their names
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