G. Love And Special Sauce: City bum

Its a cold night said the city bumWith a blanket on his shoulderSitting by the delawareAnd the damp air gets colderMorning is not even closeThats when the church doors openThe night is long lonely nightBut still hes not aloneWhen I was young look aboveThe heavens game me hope and spiritHaving lost my job and my true loveThis bottle gives me spiritHere this says the policemanKicking him from his warm grateNo bums here curse his soulThe cop was shot later that night on patrolMorning comesAnd the church was openBut it was fullThere was no hopingFor some food or hot coffeeTo greet this bitter dayIn winter timeSpare some change the businessmanSpat and walked awayLater on in the businessmans dayHis money was gone when his wallet misplacedA cabbie passed mean and fastPushed a horn and gave a blastSprayed the bum with dirty slushThe bum was angry but he stayed hushTwo blocks later the cabbie rushedThe red light flashedThe city bus smashed the cab against the poleThe cab was gone and the cabbie was crushedDay was fading and night came onThe shelters for nowhere is homeThe bum cries lonesome tearsTasted stale and bitter like beerWhen he reached his cacheHis blankets were goneStolen awayThe bum cried more tearsThe night grew oldHe shivered stillDrew one more breathI heard him moanHe passed that night at five amThe night was four below zeroThe coldest night of the seasonWithout reason his blankets were stolenA gypsy girl of fourteen sensed a strange eruptionIn a crystal ball as clear as dayShe watched a thief walk awayWith two warm blankets underneath the bridgeHe fell asleep the last deed he didThe thief in a rest rolled off a ledgeAnd drowned in a frozen coldThe gypsy girl she looked againInto her crystal ballShe seen the bum take one last breathHe died and let his hair fallKnowing the truth all powerfulYet unsuspecting manThat same manThiefed upon, robbed upon, spat uponGone for all eternityThe gypsy girl curses societyThe poor old bumA burden and a botherWas my only father