I’ve been here too long
Wandering, singing this tired old tune
“World owe’s me somethin’! Dontcha know?”
Got a chip in my pocket,
fell from my shoulder but I can’t stop carrying it around
Says something about movin’ on,
“But I done plenty of movin’!”
I tell the passers-by.
Maybe it was more of a shout.
My blue jeans been worn grey,
my shirt hangs by a thread,
my poor sneakers ain’t got nothing but souls,
“But at least somethin’ round here has one.”