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.