I long for the hills
Well I saw a man walking His hands were in his pockets Head was dragging looking at his feet Well he looked up and saw me And he asked me for a quarter Or if I know a good cheap place to eat Well I just shrugged my shoulders Said if I could help you brother I wouldn't be out walking on this beat With nothing more to say Just turned and went his way Hopping for a richer man than me I long for the old home I long for the lills Swinging on the front porch Lord knows i ain't had my fill Well I left home at fifteen With a guitar and a dream And a heart that needs a-learning more life I never kept a job long I never was the kind to settle down Forever with a wife Well I may have met some man That you read about in books And there were times when I was living right But I ain't got much to show Here living on Skid Row No one to help this old man through the night * Refrain