Pocket Full of Blues

Hoboes and bamboo Lay up in the green belt Waiting for the romanticism of war The hair of the dog Doesn’t give up much more Than a buzz that never ends Somewhere a mother sheds a tear For the son she lost in Vietnam He came home but not to her Every night he goes downtown And drinks till dawn Spends his days on a corner With a sign asking to give And a pocket full of blues Anything will help Lost souls MIA Time can’t stop the fools Who don’t believe that war Scars the strong and the weak Sitting in your car wondering If it’s real The whole damn town Wonders The whole damn town Doesn’t give a damn But someone should Someone should ask the question What’s a dollar to a hobo? Means nothing to you Could mean the world to him