Chord Homeless Brother by Don Mclean

chords originally posted by juergen wuest hiwi cemp . i just indicated the chords through the whole song and transposed it . album version : G C i was walking by the graveyard , late last friday night , E Am i heard somebody yelling , it sounded like a fight . F C Am F it was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night , C G F C pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight . F G C Am so often have i wondered where these homeless brothers go , D G down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show , F C Am F where the police cannot find them , where the wanted men can go . C G F C there’s freedom when your walking , even though you’re walking slow . F G C Am smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , D G C that homeless brother is my friend . G C it’s hard to be a pack rat , it’s hard to be A ’bo , E Am but living’s so much harder where the heartless people go . F C Am F somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know C G F C that jesus on the highway was a lost hobo . F G C Am and they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill , D G and they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill . F C Am F and they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill , C G F C and they’re sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill . F G C Am smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , D G C that homeless brother is my friend . G C somewhere there was a woman , somewhere there was a child , E Am somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild . F C Am F but somewhere’s just like nowhere when you leave it for a while , C G F C you’ll find the broken - hearted when you’re traveling jungle - style . F G C Am down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men , D G where those who keep their senses have them taken back again , F C Am F where the nightstick cracks with crazy rage , where madmen don’t pretend , C G F C where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end . F G C Am smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , D G C that homeless brother is my friend . G C the ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night , E Am the whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light . F C Am F the children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight , C G F C there’s no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight . F G C Am and you who leave on promises and prosper as you please , D G the victim of your riches often dies of your disease , F C Am F he can’t hear the factory whistle , just the lonesome freight train’s whirs , C G F C he’s living on good fortune , he ain’t dying on his knees . F G C Am smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , D G C that homeless brother is my friend . +2 tones sounds better to me A D i was walking by the graveyard , late last friday night , F# Bm i heard somebody yelling , it sounded like a fight . G D Bm G it was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night , D A G D pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight . G A D Bm so often have i wondered where these homeless brothers go , E A down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show , G D Bm G where the police cannot find them , where the wanted men can go . D A G D there’s freedom when your walking , even though you’re walking slow . G A D Bm smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , E A D that homeless brother is my friend . A D it’s hard to be a pack rat , it’s hard to be A ’bo , F# Bm but living’s so much harder where the heartless people go . G D Bm G somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know D A G D that jesus on the highway was a lost hobo . G A D Bm and they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill , E A and they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill . G D Bm G and they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill , D A G D and they’re sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill . G A D Bm smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , E A D that homeless brother is my friend . A D somewhere there was a woman , somewhere there was a child , F# Bm somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild . G D Bm G but somewhere’s just like nowhere when you leave it for a while , D A G D you’ll find the broken - hearted when you’re traveling jungle - style . G A D Bm down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men , E A where those who keep their senses have them taken back again , G D Bm G where the nightstick cracks with crazy rage , where madmen don’t pretend , D A G D where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end . G A D Bm smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , E A D that homeless brother is my friend . A D the ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night , F# Bm the whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light . G D Bm G the children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight , D A G D there’s no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight . G A D Bm and you who leave on promises and prosper as you please , E A the victim of your riches often dies of your disease , G D Bm G he can’t hear the factory whistle , just the lonesome freight train’s whirs , D A G D he’s living on good fortune , he ain’t dying on his knees . G A D Bm smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can , E A D that homeless brother is my friend .