Street Life

Mug of Joe Tarp hung low Living under an over pass Is better than dancing in jail Day old butts And dumpster meals A cart with just three wheels Got a place staked out On the corner of Main Cardboard on my chest Says, “Bless you anything will help” I dyed my haired in a Exxon And took a shower in the rain Going to take it to California Where the weather suits my clothes It’s too damn hot in Birmingham And the women are so cold Old Dirt Clod Betty won’t Share her wine And Lawanda is a ***** A man like me don’t have the time To put up with this bullshit So I tell them they can sleep alone And chew on and old dog bone I know one day I’ll make it home It’s not that far away Because I am a lucky man I got no bills to pay You see I’m saving up my money To get a V.A. loan And buy a condo in East L.A.