Lirik dan Chord Lagu Homeless Brother - Don McLean

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "Homeless Brother" adalah lagu pop country dari musisi Don McLean.

Lagu ini dirilis pada 1974 dalam album kelimanya yang berjudul sama.

Don McLean menciptakan sendiri hampir keseluruhan lagu dalam album tersebut.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu The Flight of Dragons - Don McLean

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Homeless Brother" oleh Don McLean berikut ini.

G
I was walking by the graveyard
C
late last Friday night
E
I heard somebody yelling
Am
it sounded like a fight
F                                 C                    Am                     F
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
C                                      G
Pouring whiskey on the head stones
F                              C
in the blue moon light
F                           G                                
So often have I wondered
                       C            E            Am
Where those homeless brothers go
D                                                     
Down in some hidden valley
G
Where their sorrows cannot show
F                                   C
Where the police cannot find them
Am                                     F
where the wanted man can go
C                                         G
There's freedom when you're walking
F                                              C
even though you are walking slow

                   F                        G 
Smash your bottle on the grave stone
       C                  E Am
And live while you can
              D           G                   C
That homeless brother is my friend

G
It's hard to be a pack rat
C
It's hard to be a 'bo
E 
But living's so much harder
                          Am
Where the heartless people go
F                                       C
Somewhere the dogs are barking
Am                                   F
and the children seem to know
C                          G                      F     C
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
                  F                  G                 C
And they hear the holy silence of the temples
       E   Am
in the hill
                    D
And they see the ragged tatters
G
as another kind of frill
F                                     C 
And they envy him the sunshine
    Am                        F
and they pity him the chill
C                                      G
and they are sad to do their living
F                               C
for some other kind of thrill

                    F                 G 
Smash your bottle on the grave stone
          C              E Am
and live while you can 
         D               G                     C
That homeless brother is my friend

G
Somewhere there was a woman
C
somewhere there was a child
E
Somewhere there was a cottage
Am
Where the marigolds grew wild
F                                      C 
But somewhere's just like nowhere
               Am                       F
When you leave it for a while
C                           G 
You'll find the broken hearted
                      F                       C
When you're trav'ling jungle style
F                                      G 
Down the bowels of a broken land
           C                      E Am
Where numbers live like men
D 
Where those who keep their senses
                         G
have them taken back again
F                                                  C 
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage
            Am                       F
Where madmen don't pretend
C                                G                     F                   C
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end

                     F                        G 
Smash your bottle on the grave stone
         C               E Am
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 t'ward a glowing inner light
          F                          C                       Am                            F
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
               C                        G
There's no spot round the melting pot
F                                  C
for free men in their fight
F                                G                     C                     E Am
And you who live 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 fact'ry whistle just the lonesome freight train's wheeze
C                                 G
He's living on good fortune
F                                   C
he ain't dying on his knees

F                                  G 
Smash your bottle on the grave stone
         C                  E Am
and live while you can
          D              G                   C
That homeless brother is my friend
           D             G                     C
That homeless brother is my friend