Bum Ticker

[good4somethingbum]

Bum TickerAs he pushed those cans across the cityPeople either looked at him with pityOr just said he was a bum afraid to workOne night he saw two punks on a backstreetShovin’ some girl in their Chevy’s backseatand he fought ‘em off before she got hurtKept a crowbar ‘neath the tin cans in his cartCos behind his brittle ribs there beat a lion’s heartIt’d been years since he touched a drop of liquorSomehow ev’ry Fall he felt a little sickernights weren’t getting saferYet there were few things braver than his bum tickerTook that homeless orphan to St. Peter’sCos he knew that Father John’d feed herAnd on Fridays they serve peas and ocean perchLights out was called after one quick head countHe knew his coat had a higher thread countThan the blankets in that chilly ghetto churchSo he opened up his old heart wideAnd gave her his Army coat that nightIt’d been years since he touched a drop of liquorSomehow ev’ry Fall he felt a little sickerFolks thought he wandered blindlyYet few things were as kindly as his bum tickerShe awakened to the scent of cookin’ oatsLooked around and tried to wake him up somehowThen she covered his face in that warm coatCos he gave and gave until he just gave outYeah, folks thought he wandered blindlyYet few things were as kindly as his bum tickerfew things were as kindly as his bum ticker…©2007 Robert George

[sgs4u]

You have so many great lyrics man. Has your well ever run dry?

[good4somethingbum]

don't jinx me, dude, haha.

[sgs4u]

Quote:don't jinx me, dude, haha. I don't think that's possible, you're so PROlific.