Little Old Man (3:10)

Little Old Man (3:10) 70 bpm

Contact: Mark Lightcap
(530) 801-1216 mlightcap1@msn.com

Songwriter: Mark R. Lightcap - ASCAP

Publishing: Chester Street Publishing - ASCAP

ISRC: QMXWV1100006

Recorded at: Bad Daddy Studios

Little old man sittin’ on a bench
All alone in the cold
The wind is blowin’ up a fierce storm
Through holes worn in his coat
He survived a head on crash
That took his family
Woe, woe, woe-is-me
Woe, woe, years of grief

A cute little boy walkin’ through the park
Holdin’ his daddy’s hand
Stops and asks, “Daddy can I give
My jacket to that old man
His dad says, “That’s a stranger boy
You’d better just let him be”
Woe, woe, woe-is-me
Woe, woe, the things we teach

There’s too much damn apathy
Spreadin’ like the plague
It’s got a head of steam, the timing’s bad
So many souls to save
Little old man’s a ghost-ship
Adrift in a soupy fog
Folks pass him by with blinkered eyes
And don’t even know he’s lost

Instrumental:

Little old man sittin’ on a bench
Ice cycles in his hair
He’s not breathin’, crowd looks on
But it’s a little too late to care
The frozen smile upon his face
Expresses such relief
Woe, woe, woe-is-me
Woe, woe, he’s finally free


Ó2009 Lightcap