JUST ANOTHER MAN

He pushes his bags from town to town
Tries to remain happy like a circus clown
With no place that he can call a home
He is free to wander the streets and roam

Food is a luxury to this man on the street
Tattered clothes on his back no shoes on his feet
He gets by the only way that he can
Not easy for sure being a down and out man

If you see him about give him some time
He has a heart of gold and committed no crime