Somebody's Husband, Somebody's Son Lyrics - The Rose Of The San Joaquin - Tom Russell

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