I once was a young man,
who life dealt a bad hand,
and I've been knocked down
to my knees.
You've seen me in soup lines
I 've fallen on hard times
I'm glad my mom can't see me
Sell my pop cans and plasma
I'm scarred up and battered
I ache from this life
that I lead.
I get my meds
from free clinics
I'm warring with cynics
I pop some of those now
and toke' some of these
I got a dog for affection
and sometimes protection
She's there through the night as I bleed..
And I'm lookin' for a way out
I might take that jump
off the high bridge route
Maybe then I could get
some peaceful release..
Cuz,the town folk harass me
Theyl grimace as you pass me
They have your opinion about me
and it's free.
I served proudly
so boldly
but who could've told me
'bout the things they ordered me to do.
I killed men,
I killed women
and even some children
while wavin
the red
the white
over blue
All these wars 'bout destroyed me
my country ignores me
what I wouldn't do for
some relief from this heat.
And my heart is abandon
I sleep where I'm standin'
I'm glad my mom
can't see me.
I'm drunk a little dirty
I'm hungry and worried,
I die every night in my dreams.
Now, it's barrooms and alleys
There's low peaks
mostly valley's
I'm glad my mom can't see.
And I once was a young man
who life dealt a bad hand
And I've been knocked down
to my knees.
You've seen me in soup lines
I've fallen on hard times,
I'm glad my mom can't see me
Aren't you glad for what your momma can't see
of you and me....
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Vince Johnson & Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 03/25 /2024 @ 8:15 PM Pacific Standard Time