Busker's Blues (feat. Liam Ward & Michael Keith)

Why am I working When it's so cold outside Why am I working When it's damn near freezing outside Gotta make my pay And this guitar's the only thing on my side Well I work here near the trains Playing guitar, while I freeze But I gotta make my money Support my family, make end's meet! Yes I do Now I love my job But why's it gotta be so damn hard on me Listen My hands are freezing My fingers, Lord, they gonna burn It's minus seventeen outside And I got a whole lot to earn My hydro's overdue And I can barely make the rent I been working here for seven hours And I ain't made nothing yet Lord help me, oh People, I've made nothing all this time Oh yeah I've been working here for seven, eight, nine, ten, nineteen, twenty million hours And I ain't made a single, solitary dime Yeah Now I got this guitar It's what pays the rent But how can I play now When folks don't give me a single shred of respect They call me homeless, say I'm an addict Tellin' all kinds of lies Man, I got the Blues so bad I wanna give it all up and die Oh, please help me C'mon, spare a dollar for me man Please brother, please brother, please I gotta make my pay, And I'm gonna die before I can Woah