Another Man's Blues

Excuse me, sir, can you spare a dime?
Could you help me out? Do you have the time?
I just need some food and they done closed down the old soup line.

And it's turnin' cold, the air is getting' thin
I'm a bit concerned about the shape I'm in
'Cause I'll be sleepin' down underneath the old Jackson Street Bridge again.

I had a simple life, I made honest pay
It was a hard ol' job but it paid my way
I had a lovin' wife who thought the world of me to share my every day

But it all went bad - my sweet baby died
On a quiet night - a single shot went wide
And bloody in my arms she kissed my cheek and then she said I love you, good-bye

See I'm a broken man, I'm a broken man
Ain't got no faith or pride
I'm a broken man, I'm a broken man
Lost my soul the day she died
And if you'd lived my life, really lived my life
Tell me what would you do?
Could you do better man, better than I can
Living another man's blues?

So tell me now can you spare a dime?
Can you see the man under the dirt and grime?
See I need some food and they done closed down the old soup line.

©2003 - Lane Baldwin

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