Three and a Half Letters

I'm thirty-seven years old Married to my childhood sweetheart Two beautiful girls, Two and a half and four Worked nine years at the plant Where my father worked And his father before him I have a B.A. but laid off seven months ago It's been hard tough like so many others But I still believe, can you help, brother? Can you help? I need a job, I need a job I'm willing to work But I need a job I stand in the street With a sign in my hand But I need the work Yeah, I need a job, yeah I just returned from Afghanistan Spent four years in the military service I'm twenty-four, strong and I can't find work in my hometown I'm married with one beautiful son Seven months old today Never had a chance to buy a home Can't afford the apartment we've been living in Moving in with Debbie's parents, Whose home is now in foreclosure Can you help? I need a job I need a job I'm willing to work But I need a job I stand in the street With a sign in my hand I'm willing to work But I need a job I'm sorry this letter is hand-written But I don't have a computer I don't have access to one, I'm fifty-one years old I lost my wife to breast cancer three years ago Lost my job of twenty-six years one year later I'm homeless with no one to turn to I've been through a lot Bother I heard you like to help people Well, I need help I need a job I need a job I'm willing to work But I need a job I stand in the street With a sign in my hand I'm willing to work But I need a job Got nothin' left Lost it all Can I get back to zero Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero I need a job Yeah, I need a job I need a job And the last letter said I'm nine years old and homeless Fuck