The Bum by floyd jane

THE BUM

I met a bum on the beach in boca
he said the islands is where i belong
if i was thirty years younger, i'd swim there
followin' the smell of the rum

he used his coat for a pillow
the state of the world for a crutch
he'd tell you a story for spare cigarette
two if you were a soft touch

his hands were swollen and bleeding
his stories as raw as they come
his whole life a matter of waiting to hear
he traveled the world on a thumb

i've sold more lies than the devil himself
bought love for more than it's worth
sailed every body of water there is
known every woman on the face of this earth

i could have been rich if i wanted
i could have been in heaven tonight
but a poor man sees a whole lot more
and i stuck around for the fight

success is just one way to grow old
mister's a name i'm not called
yeah, i could have been rich if i wanted
but getting back here is too long a fall

alaska, jamiaca, new zealand
i speak at least seven tongues
been drunk in london, in jail in hong kong
and twice almost got myself hung

well, i might die tomorrow
if i were you i wouldn't take bets
look me up next time you're around
hey, can you spare one more cigarette