The story of a good old guy

He was small and he was hungry

He had so many words to say

He came in from off the corner

Where some man told him to stay

His head hung down his eyes was drifting

But they saw everything so clear

He was cool and he didn't have nuthing

Never showed a sign of fear

He didn't talk to very many

He mostly kept to his self

He was shy and pretty funny

Stayed awhile and then he left

A few days past was when I saw him

He'd not to me and I would smile

I think he asked me Whoa Mike what's happening

I said Set down and talk awhile

Well he set down and he started rapping

Everything he said those words was true

He told of people and the madness

Of the fools and the things they do

He said

Some men have lived and learned through living

Some men have learned by seein' true

You cannot judge from what they're saying

It's real clear from what they do

He got up said he felt silly

Said he'd been talkin' a little to long

He did not know his own self truly

Said his right could be my wrong

I didn't see him till way way later

It was all different and he'd not changed

He was small and he looked hungry

I was tired and it's all so strange