STREET SAGE (3:55)

STREET SAGE (3:55)

Contact:
Lynda Weingartz
lynda@AirPlayDirect.com
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Songwriter: Robert Weingartz, Clay Dubose, Will Ray
Publishing & PRO: Street Sage Music / ASCAP

A man on the street
Looked like he was in need
So I got him a beer and I took a seat
We spoke about regrets and smoked cigarettes in the shade

The years go by, they accumulate
Eventually he said you fell the weight
Of missed opportunities and mistakes you made

I got nothing to offer but the wisdom, that comes with age
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage

Old patterns in life, grooves crudely carved
By the sharpened knife of youth living hard
I took it all back then with a grain of salt and tequila

Chasing the dollar, trying to stay out of jail
Hauling water with a hole in my pail
Adversity makes you strong if it don't kill ya

I got nothing to offer but the wisdom that comes with age
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage
I go nothing to offer, a handout is my wage
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage

People turned their heads as they passed us by
He said I'm used to it; it used to make me ry
But we're all the same; we're all born to die

The homeless man he was starting to fade
Ate the Burger I bought like the finest filet
Laid down on his concrete bed and waved goodbye

I got nothing to offer but the wisdom that comes with age
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage
I go nothing to offer, a handout is my wage
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage