A Straight Talking Man

 A Straight Talking Man 

 By Paul McCann

See Sorrowful Jones is who I am

but nobody really gives a damn .

Life’s hard but I’m doing what I can

I’m a straight talking , street walking man .

All those dead end streets they have no name,

water in the gutter  down the drain .

I’ll keep on walking past just the same .

I’m a street walking man coming through

and I want to be walking with you .

I’m straight talking now , talking to  you .

That’s who I am and that’s what I do

All the rocks I break into rubble .

Trying hard to keep out of trouble ,

Waking pace about on the double  .

Back into your loving arms again .

To tell you the truth I’m not to blame .

Some people say that they’ve got no shame .

Living on the crooked edge of town

They don’t look up and they don’t look down .

They just keep walking round and around

Nobody moans and nobody owns

any of their massive fancy homes

and look at me here Sorrowful Jones ,

I’m a street walking man around town .

and if the walls should come falling  down

I’m sure we’ll turn the whole thing around .

Then you’ll hear me calling out to you

I don’t mind crawling if I need to.

I’m straight talking how I always do .

If you try to run you won’t get far

I’ll tell you something bout who we are

over a few drinks here in a bar ,

and then you will know just who I am

I’m just an honest straight talking  man

Trying to do the best  that I can.

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