Tác giả : G. Love & Special Sauce
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
Its a cold night said the city bum 
With a blanket on his shoulder 
Sitting by the delaware 
And the damp air gets colder 
Morning is not even close 
Thats when the church doors open 
The night is long lonely night 
But still hes not alone 
 
When i was young look above 
The heavens game me hope and spirit 
Having lost my job and my true love 
This bottle gives me spirit 
 
Here this says the policeman 
Kicking him from his warm grate 
No bums here curse his soul 
The cop was shot later that night on patrol 
Morning comes 
And the church was open 
But it was full 
There was no hoping 
For some food or hot coffee 
To greet this bitter day 
 
In winter time 
Spare some change the businessman 
Spat and walked away 
Later on in the businessmans day 
His money was gone when his wallet misplaced 
A cabbie passed mean and fast 
Pushed a horn and gave a blast 
Sprayed the bum with dirty slush 
The bum was angry but he stayed hush 
Two blocks later the cabbie rushed 
The red light flashed 
The city bus smashed the cab against the pole 
The cab was gone and the cabbie was crushed 
Day was fading and night came on 
The shelters for nowhere is home 
The bum cries lonesome tears 
Tasted stale and bitter like beer 
 
When he reached his cache 
His blankets were gone 
Stolen away 
The bum cried more tears 
The night grew old 
He shivered still 
Drew one more breath 
I heard him moan 
He passed that night at five am 
The night was four below zero 
The coldest night of the season 
Without reason his blankets were stolen 
A gypsy girl of fourteen sensed a strange eruption 
In a crystal ball as clear as day 
She watched a thief walk away 
With two warm blankets underneath the bridge 
He fell asleep the last deed he did 
The thief in a rest rolled off a ledge 
And drowned in a frozen cold 
 
The gypsy girl she looked again 
Into her crystal ball 
She seen the bum take one last breath 
He died and let his hair fall 
Knowing the truth all powerful 
Yet unsuspecting man 
That same man 
Thiefed upon, robbed upon, spat upon 
Gone for all eternity 
The gypsy girl curses society 
The poor old bum 
A burden and a bother 
Was my only father