Come on in
Take a seat
No need to rearrange here
Those sure are some fine shoes on your feet
Did you notice him on the corner?
Yea, the one with the fried wild eyes
Look like he seen too much of life
And experience been a cruel teacher
No grade
Early did he graduate to the corner where he waits
Meals come by any slick with a crisp new bill
Whipped and enslaved by the moon at night and sun by day
He in the land of the free, with dreams of cotton fields