Ironic Bill

Lost and weatherworn
Dark side of the hill
Flyin' a sign
Hopin' for fives
Ironic Bill(')s

Wet, soiled socks
Move him along
Next intersection
Outs and old cup
And old songs

Mmmm hmmm hmmm
Mmmm hmmm hmmm

He sees the forest
Bill, he feeds the trees
They are his family now
And each does as they please

Pain, police, and God
Got him on his knees
Without cold, hard cash
There's no way out
Always got needs

A cardboard shack
Next to a trunk
The edge of town
King of the hill
Knows where he's at
Mmmm hmmm mmmm
Ironic Bill

Some say he begs
But, Bill doesn't ask for much
A five ain't nothin' friends
It's only a few bucks

And, in return
Bill gives his heart
He says God bless
As your two worlds
Both drift apart

Uh, huh huh
Uh, huh huh

Well on your way
You might think about
The paths that let you in
While lockin' old Bill out

Old Bill is not alone
Yeah... he's got his crew
Still got his faith, walks with his god
Now, how 'bout you

A shattered man, tattered attire
Through many takes
He loves life still
Gaunt resolution
Mmmm mmm mmmmm
Ironic Bill

Next time you see him
Share a smile
For it's two hearts you just might fill
Love unto all
Ironic Bill

Look t'ward that hill
Ironic Bill

Oooh, oooh

Hey, hey, hey
Uh, hey, hey, hey



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Kretsinger
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