I was in New Orleans
And Memphis Tennessee
Old Havana Dublin and Seville
Buskers playing in the docks
The cold morning bring a song
I let fall one coin or more
A look of gratefulness I got
Sidewalks of wisdom I saw
Dreamers in the Bars were drown
Buskers playing in the downtown
Buskers playing old guitars
Stolen verses spouting hard
In the lonely cold night parks
Leaky boots on the road
Frayed coats let them warmth
I was in New Orleans and Memphis Tennessee
Old Havana Dublin and Seville
I carry tons of wisdom
I carry golden stuff that buskers gave me some
