Lyrics MacArthur's Hand - Frankie Miller

With high cheek bones, dark sat eyes and shaggy corse black hair.
The old man squared his shoulders and returned the judge's stare.
Then the judge pronounced him guilty, to the charge of vagrancy.
He said "i've heard your honor, now your honor you hear me.
For I once shook the great Mac
Arthur's hand.
He pinned his medal on me, 'cause I was his kind of man.
I stood my ground in the red hot hell when brave men broke and ran.
Yes, I once shook the great Mac
Arthur's hand.
I have no job nor money just a few old ragged clothes.
But I'm not a or begger and it's no crime to be broke.
I hadn't harmed a single soul when they arrested me.
I was fit to fight your wars am I not fit to walk you street.
For I once shook the great Mac
Arthur's hand.
He pinned his medal on me, 'cause I was his kind of man.
I stood my ground in the red hot hell when brave men broke and ran.
Yes, I once shook the great Mac
Arthur's hand.
I came through the war unharmed, that what the record showed.
But Mac
Arthur felt and saw the scares the war etched on my soul.
And frankly sir, I don't give a damn what your kind thinks of me.
I earned a great man's handshake and that pride enough for me.
For I once shook the great Mac
Arthur's hand.