Selfless Down&out
A long time ago there was an old and poor musician
He took his guitar and played in the city's metro station
He didn't call anything his own, he had no money and no home
By making the people smile he was happy with the situation
The scars on his face were telling the stories he had seen
His old shoes witnessed the places he had been
In his songs he sang out loud, the change he'd like to bring about
And he was called by the crowd, the selfless down-and-out
Day and night he was sitting, singing in Bennett Avenue
No matter of his poverty and his meager revenue
The alms he collected, all the money that he made
He put into an envelope and gave it to a children's aid
The scars on his face were telling the stories he had seen
His old shoes witnessed the places he had been
In his songs he sang out loud, the change he'd like to bring about
And he was called by the crowd, the selfless down-and-out
The selfless down-and-out
Tell me, what would you do without money and a home?
Would you have the strength to help, if you were all alone?
The scars on his face were telling the stories he had seen
His old shoes witnessed the places he had been
In his songs he sang out loud, the change he'd like to bring about
And he was called by the crowd, the selfless down-and-out
The selfless down-and-out
The selfless down-and-out
He took his guitar and played in the city's metro station
He didn't call anything his own, he had no money and no home
By making the people smile he was happy with the situation
The scars on his face were telling the stories he had seen
His old shoes witnessed the places he had been
In his songs he sang out loud, the change he'd like to bring about
And he was called by the crowd, the selfless down-and-out
Day and night he was sitting, singing in Bennett Avenue
No matter of his poverty and his meager revenue
The alms he collected, all the money that he made
He put into an envelope and gave it to a children's aid
The scars on his face were telling the stories he had seen
His old shoes witnessed the places he had been
In his songs he sang out loud, the change he'd like to bring about
And he was called by the crowd, the selfless down-and-out
The selfless down-and-out
Tell me, what would you do without money and a home?
Would you have the strength to help, if you were all alone?
The scars on his face were telling the stories he had seen
His old shoes witnessed the places he had been
In his songs he sang out loud, the change he'd like to bring about
And he was called by the crowd, the selfless down-and-out
The selfless down-and-out
The selfless down-and-out
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