Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Gillespie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Gillespie
Songwriter
Lyrics
He’s a little bit weathered, he’s missing some teeth
Bums call him Shorty, his mama named him Keith
He said that ain’t no blood on my shirt, it’s a little ketchup
They don’t allow no fighting here, you know you got to measure up
Said he took to driftin’ but he stayed close to home
Hung around ‘til the town died, then he decided to roam
Didn’t find much joy, out on the road
So he turned to meth ya know, it helped to lighten the load
Not all who wander are lost
Some do what’s right no matter the cost
So speak from the heart, tell me, what’s on your mind?
Old souls and rounders, they’re all friends of mine
They said he was smart but he just didn’t like school
He loved Galileo, man them church guys they’re fools
Even had a girlfriend, she was plain but sweet
Didn’t know if he could ever go back, he kinda likes it out on the streets
It’s time go, he stood and he stuck out his hand
Said there’s gonna come a time when you got to make a stand
Always choose the side of right and keep it between the lines
I hope you have a joyful life, at least one better than mine
Written by: Danny Gillespie