The Panhandler - Flatland Cavalry, Josh Abbott Band, William Clark Green

Just an old panhandler begging for change

Got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

Just the clothes upon my shoulders and this box wood full of strings

Just an old panhandler, just an old panhandler begging for change

There’s a presence in the darkness, so each night I lay awake

Pray to the stars beyond the street lights that if I die, my soul they’ll take

Just an old panhandler down on the streets begging for change I got no money in

my pocket, so nobody knows my name

In the alleys, stay the junkies where busted dreams lay like broken glass

And the highways loom with dusty drifters, thumbing the wind to forget the past

Just an old panhandler out on the streets begging for change

I got not money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

Just an old panhandler, just an old panhandler

In glass castles plot the king’s men behind closed doors is where they play

With the fortunes of the people and the dreams of yesterday

There’s a stirring of the people, the concrete canyons echo their cries

They shake their fists and scream for justice, will the truth be brought to

light?

Just an old panhandler out on the streets begging for change

I got no money in my pocket so nobody knows my name

Just an old panhandler out on the streets begging for change

I got no money in my pocket so nobody knows my name

Just an old panhandler, just an old panhandler

Just an old panhandler begging for change