Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants.
Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.
The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.
May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.
No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.