the begger

i am the begger man,

and i beg all my day away ,

i beg for food when i am hungry,

for me begging is my only way ,

holes in my shoes ,

and a coat in tatters ,

live or die in the beggers world ,

to some it wouldent matter ,

i usen to have a home ,

and a fameily that cared ,

but they through me out one summer´s night ,

since then my life was scared,

so now i am a begger ,

and i guess i´ll die a begger to ,

for goodness sake try to be great ,

or my life could just as well be you ,

writen 

by

paul o carroll