Homeless Brother-Don McLean

[00:00.00]I was walking by the graveyard, [00:00.000] 作曲 : Don McLean [00:04.47]late last Friday night, [00:07.70]I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight. [00:13.10]It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night, [00:18.79]Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight. [00:26.15]So often haveI wondered where these homeless brothers go, [00:32.22]Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show, [00:37.86]Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go. [00:43.75]There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow. [00:50.69]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, [00:56.79]that homeless brother is my friend. [01:02.89]It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, [01:08.69]but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. [01:14.33]Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know [01:20.60]That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. [01:27.39]And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, [01:33.59]And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. [01:39.51]And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, [01:45.37]And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. [01:52.57]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, [01:58.81]that homeless brother is my friend. [02:04.53]Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child, [02:08.70]Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild. [02:16.80]But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while, [02:22.44]You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style. [02:29.27]Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men, [02:35.68]Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again, [02:40.95]Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't pretend, [02:47.95]Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end. [02:54.30]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, [03:00.70]that homeless brother is my friend. [03:06.42]The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night, [03:12.53]The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light. [03:18.22]The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight, [03:24.43]There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight. [03:31.31]And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please, [03:38.14]The victim of your riches often dies of your disease, [03:43.69]He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheeze, [03:50.19]He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees. [03:56.46]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, [04:02.99]that homeless brother is my friend. [04:08.58]That homeless brother is my friend.