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
I Sell my pop cans and plasma
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 more of those now
and smoke' all of these..
I've been lookin for a way out
might take the jump
off the high bridge route
Maybe then I could get
some peaceful release..
Cuz, the town folk
who all grimace as they pass me
They have their opinion about me
and it;s free
I keep a dog around for affection
and sometimes protection.
He's there through the night as I scream.
having.
served proudly
so boldly
but nobody told me
'bout the things they'd order me to do.
I killed men,
I killed women
and even some children
while wavin
the red
and white
over blue
These wars 'bout destroyed me
my country ignores me
what I wouldn't do for
some peace and some heat
My heart is abandon
I sleep right where I'm standin'
I'm just glad my mom
can't see me.
I'm drunk, now
a little dirty
I'm hungry and worried,
I die every night in my dreams.
Now, it's barrooms and alleys
low peaks
mostly valley's
Lord, I'm glad for what my moma can't see
Aren't you glad your mom can't see you or me.
.
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
I'm gratefully glad for all of what my dear mom
can not see....
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