Scrufty Old Man
There's a scrufty old mansitting on a loveless city street
I watch him from my parked car
the heater blowing at my feet
He seems to find some comfort some
where in his broken mind
As he stroks his proud old dog
who sits upright at his side
The flakes are falling faster
the city people pass him by
Hey he's just a dirty street bum
there are shelters in this town
And what about that old dog
they out to put it down
And whys he got to sit there
and make our mind feel
less then sound
There is'nt time for stopping
wet snow is mounting at our feet
There's a cold and homeless
old man sitting on the
loveless city street
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