Filters The Pain

Some said that he was crazy
I say he was just misunderstood
Him and that Ole dog
they did the best they could

They say he was a hobo
a man down on his luck
A man who took lifes punches
and never learned to duck

He never begged for money
he'd work for what you'd give
Then he'd go and get a bottle
to forget a past he couldn't forgive

You see when you loose your way
you may forget your way back
Your life becomes a train car
with a dog and a bottle in a sack

Some think it's adventurous
some would say it's literally insane
But he is only trying to survive
or atleast just somehow remain

He wasn't really a bad man
but he was as lost as he could be
Sometimes you can be in prison
while you are wandering aimlessly

That dog was his only companion
and it worshipped the ground he walked
You could tell it was his only friend
if you listened as they talked

One winter's night was colder
much colder than the usual
If a person stayed out there
you'd say they are delusional

But where could a hobo go
and who would let him inside
He hadn't had a bath in weeks
and smelled of booze and lost pride

But he loved that old dog
more than the breath he breathed
So to a dog he'd always loved
it was time that they were cleaved

It must have broke his heart
to have to give that dog away
But if they stayed together
no one would let them stay

A good dog will get a home
if you can get a person on the hook
But an old man with some issues
no one will take a second look

So he set up the sign that day
it said free to a good home
A hobo's dog at home at last
with no reason now to roam

But the hobo he has no place
in which to lay his head
So he went back to the train car
the next morning they found him dead

You might say it's a sad situation
but it's much more tragic than that
We would rather take the dog in
and leave a broken man where he's at

The dog never knew what happened
he just knew his friend wasn't there
So next time you see a old hobo
remember he has a fear

He fears that he'll be alone
when death comes like a cold breeze
Holding an empty bottle to his chest
as his body begins to freeze

He never meant to hurt nobody
but he never could forgive his past
With memories of a broken life
that couldn't be mended with a cast

That my friend is the story
of the hobo and his best friend
I wish I could lie and tell you
that every story has a happy end

This may not be a true story
but it's not fictional
You see some may see their past
and think that it's indivisible

But I tell you this
everyone is capable
to get lost in our grief
and find it inescapable

So love the man and the dog
help them if your able
after all the savior of the world
was born in a stinky stable