17 янв. 2022 г., 13:47

Poor Billy* 

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Poor Billy was a beggarman out on the streets of my own town

Poor Billy was a homeless man
He got night sky for a coverlet
Poor Billy was a beggarman out on the streets of my own town


Poor Billy was always on the run
With a bicycle and a bunch of dogs around

He crossed the town far and wild
You know, his job never stops
Poor Billy was a beggarman out on the streets of my own town.


Poor Billy was a friend of mine
He had a long white beard, like a Santa Clause

I learned a lot from his words
I learned a lot from a beggarman' mouth
Poor Billy was a beggarman out on the streets of my own town.


You know son, he told me once I had a girl and I got a job
But when she left me, I quit all that

Who needs money, without  love

You know son, I had a house
An empty cave without her charm

I didn't want to get in there since the day she left the town


Next days I couldn't find him out
He disappeared without trace and track

Only the dogs howled to the sky, pointed me where is he now.
Poor Billy was a beggarman out on the streets of my own town.

 

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