SPARE CHANGE words and music by Lenny Solomon

© L. Solomon 2005

 

Here’s the story of a man, just like you or me

Who’s living on the streets now, looking for dignity

That wasn’t how he started, he once had a scheme

To take himself up to the top, of the American dream

Spare Change; I need a little break

Spare Change; these times are tough to take

Spare Change; where you’ll read the news

About the man with the homeless blues

 

Used to be a family man, took the train to work

Putting in the hours, winning every perk

Until the day they called him in, for his final prize

A sympathetic handshake, goodbye, you’ve been downsized

Spare Change; I need a little break

Spare Change; these times are tough to take

Spare Change; where you’ll read the news

About the man with the homeless blues

 

Billy’s not a bitter man, his smile comes easily

Although his job and family, are a distant memory

He tells a passing stranger, “What I say is true”

You never know the cards you’re dealt, next year this could be you

Spare Change; I need a little break

Spare Change; these times are tough to take

Spare Change; where you’ll read the news

About the man with the homeless blues

 

So Billy works the corner every single day

Hoping to sell papers, so he could find a way

To buy a little coffee, maybe a little luck

Before he settles in the bed of a rusty pickup truck

 

Spare Change; I need a little break

Spare Change; these times are tough to take

Spare Change; where you’ll read the news

About the man with the homeless blues