Wino

Wino on the street. drinkin' a bottle of booze Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. and he don't got much to lose Times are on his face. blisters on his brain Wonders who's at fault. knows that he's to blame Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why Why some men have made it rich. why some men have cried Reached out his hand, lord. for a nickel or a dime Livin' every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine Wino, soon you've got to choose How long must you take abuse Wino, you wasn't born to lose Sweet wine is making you a fool Wino on the street. drinkin' a bottle of booze Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. and he don't got much to lose I want to help him out with his troubles and woes I guess he's a happy young man. god in heaven only knows Wino, soon you've got to choose How long must you take abuse Wino, you wasn't born to lose Sweet wine is making you a fool Yonder come a man, now this I know Now you better find some place to go Yonder come a man to take you downtown He don't want you hanging around