7th Street Bridge

(V1) I saw a guy who looked down on his luck. At the off ramp he stood.

His cardboard sign read "give me a buck or I can work for food."

His dog was skinny and he didn't smell good. At the streetlight he stood.

I could tell by the look on his face. A cup of coffee would sound good.

(Chr) You can find him at the 7th Street Bridge. Take a look that's where he lives.

In a box just below the ridge. Underneath the 7th Street Bridge.

(V2) I said, "How'd you happen to get in this fix., where's your sense of self pride?"

But I handed him a $5 bill and offered him a ride.

He said, "Don't know how I came to be here, don't even know where I've been.

But we've all got our crosses to bare, mine just came with a grin."

(Chr) You can find him at the 7th Street Bridge. Take a look that's where he lives.

In a box just below the ridge. Underneath the 7th Street Bridge.

(Brdg) Underneath the 7th Street Bridge, take a look that's where he lives.

In a box just below the ridge, underneath the 7th Street Bridge.

Farrell Jackson © 04/02/20

An Americana song about a homeless guy. The production is left a little rough, dirty and unpolished....much like the subject matter.

Credits : Farrell Jackson - songwriter and all vocals/instruments.