Somebody's Husband, Somebody's Son Lyrics

Out on the freight lines there's an old hobo camp
Where a drunk man lay sleeping, a ragged old tramp
And the lines in his face mark a life on the run
Is he somebody's husband, somebody's son
Well every week the newspaper tells a story of rage
Where the victims lay scatterd all across the front page
And there's allways some loner on a spree with a gun
Is he somebody's husband, somebody's son

From the death rows of prison to the soup kitchen door
Each soul is an equal in the eyes of the lord
Though hatred sonsumes them, once they were loved
They where somebody's husband, somebody's son
So out on your journy down the highway of life
Cherish your mother, crave the love of your wife
And forget not the outcast and the homeless were once
somebody's husband, somebody's son

From the death rows of prison to the soup kitchen door
Each soul is an equal in the eyes of the lord
Though hatred sonsumes them, once they were loved
They where somebody's husband, somebody's son