Panhandler Blues (17 of 52)

Panhandler Blues
Rocky Alvey © 2005

Hey mister can you spare a nickel, O brother can you spare a dime
If I score one more five dollar bill, I’ll be heading on down the line
You may think I ain’t got nothing, but these holes in both my shoes
I got a knapsack full of freedom, as I sing the panhandler blues

Some men work in the city, Lord, some work on the farm
Some folks say that a hard day’s work, never did a poor man no harm
You won’t see me out plowing boys, or in a three piece monkey suit
Not workin hard is a full-time job, as I sing the panhandler blues

I could have kept a full-time woman, I could have drove a big fine car
I could’ve built myself a summer home, with a full stocked liquor bar
But all those things would a anchored me, to a life I’d never choose
Trade em anytime for some peace of mind, and to sing the panhandler blues

Panhandled down the east coast, and I rambled all around the west
In the winter time when the sun don’t shine, you know I sure like Dixie best
Way down in south Louisiana, they cook some mighty good Cajun food
Gonna eat my share when I get down there, and I’ll sing the panhandler blues

Well I’m just an ole panhandler, there’s no other life I’d choose
If you’ve heard a thing, you surely heard me sing, these ole Panhandler Blues