Hungry, Hungry, Hobo
He wallowed in the dirt
With the sand and the muck
Saying brother can you spare a buck?
He say I ain't got the time
Well how 'bout a dime?
Denied
Beggars sigh
As the cars passed by
My oh my
Please help
I'm down on my luck
I lack even a buck
And I don't know why
And then.suddenly,
It was beggars dream
And I got me a $20
Man say spend it wisely
And so I bought me a beer
Then I bought me a forty
And by the end of the night
could not walk upright
Left to stumble around
On flat ground
Incapacitated, world spinng round me
Unrolled my pack
Fell asleep,
On the side of the street
Let it rain on me
Woke up
Where the F$$K is the rest of my money?
Got outta that city
Repeat
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