Street Busking Man
I walk down through the city streets,
An old man he looks in my eyes,
Guitar strumming and tapping feet,
I listen to his harsh cries,
He's a street busking man,
Only a street busking man
His six string is his only friend,
I feel sad for him as he tries,
Those tales of heartbreak and the end,
And all those people they despise,
That street busking man,
The old street busking man,
Those kids on the street look away,
They like sounds of the modern day,
This man sings of those years ago,
The kid's don't want to hear him, no...
Not that street busking man,
Goddamn street busking man,
Now as the dusk falls,
He packs his guitar away,
Oh he feels so small,
There's no money earnt today
Oooh oh oh Oooh oh oh,
For the street busking man,
Poor old street busking man,
That sad street busking man,
The tragic stree busking man,
Oooh oh oh Oooh oh oh,
The street, busking, man...
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