The sun in the morning, the dew on the ground,

The tramp starts his day of roaming around,

He has no ambitions only to live,

And he's happy to take what the other man gives.

 

He once was a worker, he once had a wife,

And he faced all the problems he had in his life,

Then he started drinking, his wife went away,

Now his only problem is booze for the day.

 

What makes a proud man with wife and family,

Become the victim of bad company,

A man who had status and held respect,

But sold up his home to pay all his debts.

 

When he lost his job he couldn't fight back the tears,

What was there left for a man of his years,

Especially a drinker with no home of his own,

So he became a man of the road.

 

Show the soldier who fought at the front,

Show me the father who tended his young,

Show me the husband who made all his plans,

All I can see is a shell of that man.

 

And it's not for the pleasure of now being free,

He walks the streets begging off you and me.

And it's not the desire for being alone,

It's just that nobody else what to know.