Текст песни Music Man - Warrant

I've got a memory walking down the Street
Momma pull me close and said
Son stay close to me - Yes Ma'am

Now it's not polite to stare at the man over there
With his dusty old clothes and his long black hair. No momma

Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy
Never had a dime or a plan

I remember in the neighborhood
Hearin' about him when I was just a little boy
Just a shriverled old man bleedin' from his hands
Frowning all the time 'cause he never could find no joy
Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy
Never had a dime or a plan
Just an old soul axe slingin'blues singin'
Music man, yeah, that's right, music man

Tellin' tall tales of ridin' the rails
Just broke as a joke with a beat up old guitar to play
See he'd sit outside of the old drug store
Singin'songs full of pain
And beggin' for a little spare change

Church folk said he made a deal with the devil
And his chickens had all come home
That's why he didn't have a pot to piss in
No woman no friends and he spent his life alone

Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy
Never had a dime or a plan
Jammin' all night by the Street corner light
Just doin' the best he