Homeless, Mister
Homeless, Mister, can you spare a dime,
Been like this for a long, long time,
Lost this leg in Afghanistan,
Trying to do the best that I can.
Homeless, Mister, you got any work?
I’ve a license to drive a truck,
Thanks to you anyway my friend,
For a long time just the way it’s been.
Homeless, Mister, where’s a good shelter,
Need to get out of the weather,
One hundred degrees in summer,
And zero degrees in the winter.
Homeless, Mister, can you give a ride,
It’s not very far, just two miles,
Could you buy me a bite to eat,
Promise not to soil your leather seats.
Most distressing in America,
In this great land of plethora,
Hearing the words time after time,
Homeless, Mister can you spare a dime.
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