The Panhandlers - The Panhandler lyrics
[The Panhandlers - The Panhandler lyrics]
Just an old panhandler begging for change
Got no money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
Just the clothes upon my shoulders and
This box wood full of strings
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler begging for change
There’s a presence in the darkness
So each night I lay awake
Pray to the stars beyond the street
Lights that if I die, My soul they’ll take
Just an old panhandler down on
The streets begging for
Change I got no money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
In the alleys
Stay the junkies where busted dreams
Lay like broken glass
And the highways loom with dusty drifters
Thumbing the wind to forget the past
Just an old panhandler out on
The streets begging for change
I got not money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler
In glass castles plot the king’s men behind
Closed doors is where they play
With the fortunes of the people
And the dreams of yesterday
There’s a stirring of the people
The concrete canyons echo their cries
They shake their fists and
Scream for justice
Will the truth be brought to light?
Just an old panhandler out on
The streets begging for change
I got no money in my pocket so
Nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler out on
The streets begging for change
I got no money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler begging for change
Got no money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
Just the clothes upon my shoulders and
This box wood full of strings
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler begging for change
There’s a presence in the darkness
So each night I lay awake
Pray to the stars beyond the street
Lights that if I die, My soul they’ll take
Just an old panhandler down on
The streets begging for
Change I got no money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
In the alleys
Stay the junkies where busted dreams
Lay like broken glass
And the highways loom with dusty drifters
Thumbing the wind to forget the past
Just an old panhandler out on
The streets begging for change
I got not money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler
In glass castles plot the king’s men behind
Closed doors is where they play
With the fortunes of the people
And the dreams of yesterday
There’s a stirring of the people
The concrete canyons echo their cries
They shake their fists and
Scream for justice
Will the truth be brought to light?
Just an old panhandler out on
The streets begging for change
I got no money in my pocket so
Nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler out on
The streets begging for change
I got no money in my pocket
So nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler begging for change