Hi and hello. Just call me Joe.
I’m a bum with nowhere to go.
Those guys down at welfare call me a tramp.
If only they knew how I lost my home.
T'was no fault of mine.
Work dried up, I hadda go.
I couldn’t keep up payments.
So here I’m walking down a long lonely road.
Seems a long while since I had a job or a home.
Some folk quick to point and say 'look there’s a tramp'.
Well, if a tramp means walking down this cheerless road.
then that’s what I am through no fault of my own.
Have a bottle of hooch to keep me warm.
I reckon on it being a long road with nowhere to go.
I look back at the years spent working and caring.
Don’t matter now.
Just call me Joe.
I’m a bum and a tramp with nowhere to go.
Shelters all closed by the government.
You’re lucky if you have a place to lay your head.
Hard time’s ahead.
Gotta keep on, keeping on.
If you call me a tramp,
I’ll say no. The names Joe,
I've nowhere to go.