Tom: G
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One cold autumn morning the leaves had turned brown
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A hobo came tramping through a small western town
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He walked through the church yard to the preacher's back door
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Where he knew there was refuge and room for the poor
[Verse 2]
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Is there room for the poor across the divide
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Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
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Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
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Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
[Verse 3]
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He knocked and then waited for the preacher to come
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With just a kind word for a broken down bum
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The preacher arrived and looked out in dismay
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With a few angry words he, he drove him away
[Verse 4]
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Is there room for the poor across the divide
G D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
G C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
G D G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
[Verse 5]
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Oh if you won't offer me something to eat
G D
May I sit here a moment and rest my poor feet
G C
I've traveled so far now I’m weary and sore
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Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
[Verse 7]
G C
Is there room for the poor across the divide
G D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
G C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
G D G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
[Verse 8]
G C
Is there room for the poor across the divide
G D
Where bums don't go hungry and freezing outside
G C
Or will they be driven from the Savior's back door
G D G
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor
