《Homeless Brother》是Don McLean演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Homeless Brother》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Homeless Brother
- 所屬專輯：Homeless Brother
- 歌曲原唱：Don McLean
- 發行日期：1974年1月1日
歌曲歌詞
I was walking by the
Graveyard late last friday night
I heard somebody yelling it sounded like a fight
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the
Night
Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight
So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go
Down in some hidden valley
Were their sorrows cannot show
Where the police cannot find them where the wanted men
Can go
There‘s freedom when your
Walking even though you‘re walking slow
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you
Can
That homeless brother is my friend
It‘s hard to be a pack rat it‘s hard to
Be a ‘bo
But living‘s so much harder
Where the heartless people go
Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to
Know
That jesus on the highway was a lost hobo
And they hear the holy silence of the
Temples in
The hill
And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of
Thrill
And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him
The chill
And they‘re sad to do their living for some other
Kind of thrill
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you
Can
That homeless brother is my friend
Somewhere there was a woman somewhere there was a child
Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild
But some where‘s just like nowhere when you leave it
For a while
You‘ll find the broken hearted when you‘re travelling jungle style
Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live
Like men
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back
Again
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage where madmen
Don‘t
Pretend
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end
Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you
Can
That homeless brother is my friend
The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
The Whitman wanderer
Walking toward a glowing inner light
The children have grown older
And the cops have gripped us tight
There‘s no spot round the melting pot for free
Men in their flight
And you who leave on promises
And prosper as you please
The victim of your riches often dies of your disease
He can‘t hear the factory whistle
Just the lonesome freight train‘s
Wheeze
He‘s living on good fortune
He ain‘t dying on his knees
Smash your bottle on a gravestone
And live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
That homeless brother is my friend
