I saw a man a - walkin'
His hands were in his pocket
His head was hangin', lookin' at his feet
Well he looked up and saw me
And asked me for a quarter
Or if I knew a good cheap place to eat
Well I just shrugged my shoulders
Said, "If I could help you brother
I wouldn't be out walkin' on the street
With nothin' more to say
Just turned and walked away
Hopin' for a richer man to meet.
I long for the old home
I long for the hills
Swingin' on the front porch
Lord knows I ain't had my fill.
Well I left home at fifteen
With a guitar and a dream
And a heart that needs learnin' more of life
I never had a job long
I never was the kind
To settle down forever with a wife
I may have met some men
That you read about in books
And there were times that I was livin' right
But I ain't got much to show
Here livin' on skid row
No one to help this old man through the night.
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I saw a man a - walkin'
His hands were in his pocket
His head was hangin', lookin' at his feet
Well he looked up and saw me
And asked me for a quarter
Or if I knew a good cheap place to eat
Well I just shrugged my shoulders
Said, "If I could help you brother
I wouldn't be out walkin' on the street
With nothin' more to say
Just turned and walked away
Hopin' for a richer man to meet.
I long for the old home
I long for the hills
Swingin' on the front porch
Lord knows I ain't had my fill.
Well I left home at fifteen
With a guitar and a dream
And a heart that needs learnin' more of life
I never had a job long
I never was the kind
To settle down forever with a wife
I may have met some men
That you read about in books
And there were times that I was livin' right
But I ain't got much to show
Here livin' on skid row
No one to help this old man through the night.
His hands were in his pocket
His head was hangin', lookin' at his feet
Well he looked up and saw me
And asked me for a quarter
Or if I knew a good cheap place to eat
Well I just shrugged my shoulders
Said, "If I could help you brother
I wouldn't be out walkin' on the street
With nothin' more to say
Just turned and walked away
Hopin' for a richer man to meet.
I long for the old home
I long for the hills
Swingin' on the front porch
Lord knows I ain't had my fill.
Well I left home at fifteen
With a guitar and a dream
And a heart that needs learnin' more of life
I never had a job long
I never was the kind
To settle down forever with a wife
I may have met some men
That you read about in books
And there were times that I was livin' right
But I ain't got much to show
Here livin' on skid row
No one to help this old man through the night.