[G]One cold autumn morning the leaves had turned br[C]own
A hobo came tra[G]mping through a small western t[D]own
He walked through the [G]church yard to the preacher?s back d[C]oor
Where he knew there was re[G]fuge[D] and room for the p[G]oor
Chorus: (Chorus and verses follow same chord pattern as above)
Is there room for the poor across the divide
Where bums don?t go hungry and freezing outside
Or will they be driven from the Savior?s back door
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
He knocked and then waited for the preacher to come
With just a kind word for a broken down bum
The preacher arrived and looked out in dismay
With a few angry words he?d drive him away
[CHORUS]
Oh if you won?t offer me something to eat
May I sit here a moment and rest my poor feet
I?ve traveled so far now I?m weary and sore
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
[CHORUS X2]
A hobo came tra[G]mping through a small western t[D]own
He walked through the [G]church yard to the preacher?s back d[C]oor
Where he knew there was re[G]fuge[D] and room for the p[G]oor
Chorus: (Chorus and verses follow same chord pattern as above)
Is there room for the poor across the divide
Where bums don?t go hungry and freezing outside
Or will they be driven from the Savior?s back door
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
He knocked and then waited for the preacher to come
With just a kind word for a broken down bum
The preacher arrived and looked out in dismay
With a few angry words he?d drive him away
[CHORUS]
Oh if you won?t offer me something to eat
May I sit here a moment and rest my poor feet
I?ve traveled so far now I?m weary and sore
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
[CHORUS X2]
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