Tom Russell - Somebody's Husband, Somebody's SonLyrics

Out on the freight line there's an old hobo camp Where a drunk man lay sleepin' in a ragged old tram And the lines on 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 scattered across the front page And there's always 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 consumes them, once they were loved They were somebody's husband, somebody's son So out on your journey down the highways 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 consumes them, once they were loved They were somebody's husband, somebody's son They were somebody's husband, somebody's son They were somebody's husband, somebody's son