Homeless
by 
Hans Theessink 
recording of 1995 
from 
Crazy Moon (RFR 1016) 
When the weatherman says sunshine but the beams don't touch your window-sill 
When the weatherman says sunshine and the beams don't never touch your window-sill 
You know the good times didn't get you and you know that the hard times will 
All my money gone, everyday there's a knocking on the door 
All my money gone, everyday there's a loud knocking on the door 
It's that mean old rent collector-man, he's coming back to get himself some more 
All my money gone 
All my money gone 
Man says: you gotta pay your bills now 
Or I have to put y'all out on the street 
Dancing 'round the golden calf 
People don't see the writing on the wall 
When you're down so low, you know 
You ain't got so far to fall 
In this city full of plenty 
Some folks just got a piece of street and that's all 
See them poor homeless people 
Shoving grocery-carts along the street 
Carry everything they own 
In a grocery-cart they shove along the street 
See them lie in the gutter 
Lost their hope, lost their pride and dignity