Room for the Poor Songtext
von Utah Phillips

One cold autumn morning the leaves had turned brown
A hobo come tramping through a small western town
He walked through the church yard to the preacher′s back door
Where he knew there was refuge and 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 drove him away

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, I'm weary and sore
Oh say up in heaven is there room for the poor?

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?