I lived in the wide open land.
Now I live out on the streets of the city,
living from hand to hand.
Me, I used to be a proud man,
Something we all try to do
Life is not what it seems
You gather your self -respect
maybe it won't even matter
Me, I used to have a good job,
work my hands to the bone
Through all my years of sweat and toil,
Something we all try to do
Love is not what it seems
My story couldn't happen to you
Me, I still may be a proud man
But I can't prepare for how it'll be
Brother, can you spare me a meal?
What does it take to be a proud man?
The love of country's good for some
People, can you spare me some?
Something we've all tried to do
Life is not what it seems
My story couldn't happen to you
Something we've all tried to do
Life is not what it seems
My story could happen to you
My story could happen to you