David Smith Greg Fritsch
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Threadbare N' Empty Pockets
Smith and Fritsch 2009©
Verse 1
Well His clothes were worn and tattered as he roamed the streets alone
Another American dream shattered, a man without a home
Wether whiskey or a troubled mind the outcome was the same
It left him with threadbare N' empty pockets without a nickel to his name
Chorus
Just because he lost his place in this society
Should we turn our backs on him and call it his destiny
What if such a man came knocking, would you invite him in
Or shut your door and lock it
and leave him standing in the cold cold rain, in the cold cold rain
Verse 2)
Well I wonder what would Jesus do; I wonder what he would say
Would he say son pick yourself up by your boot straps and turn him away
Or would he reach down with true compassion like he did for the blind and lame
Or leave him with threadbare N' empty pockets without a nickel to his name
Chorus
Just because he lost his place in this society
Should we turn our backs on him and call it his destiny
What if such a man came knocking would you invite him in
Or shut your door and lock it
and leave him standing in the cold cold rain, in that cold cold rain
Bridge:
Everything to him that mattered has long since been gone
With all his hopes and dreams shattered
He lost the will to carry on
Chorus
Just because he lost his place in this society
Should we turn our backs on him and call it his destiny
What if such a man came knocking would you invite him in
Or shut your door and lock it
and leave him standing in the cold cold rain, in the cold cold rain
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