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Jesus bring me the destitute, the hungry and the

It don't what you brand me, why don't you take
pick
It ain't the lack of money that makes a poor
the footsteps of the one you love walkin' out the

Walkin' out the

Countless smoky Greyhounds won't cease to my rest
railway cars where they only serve the

An angle of stretched me cross the rack
The smiling ghost of drove me off the track
me off the track

Pots and pans and the door slams
Can't to find the salt
the scraps are tasting flat
It's just one more day the ain't what is used to
be
I don't being blind so long as there's someone out
can see

One by one the TVs are shutting
The go to sleep
The all-night D.J.'s is the only company I

There's little rhyme or reason to these that
float in
They recall some and places I can no longer
place
No longer clearly

It ain't the lack of that makes a fella poor
the footsteps of the one you love walkin' out the

Walkin' out the