Music Man - Warrant

I’ve got a memory walking down the street

Momma pull me and said

Hey son, you stay close to me

Yes ma’am

Now it’s not polite to stare at the man over there

With his dusty old clothes and his long long black hair

No momma

Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy

Never had a dime or a plan

I remember in the neighborhood

Hearin' about him when I was just a little boy

Just a shriverled old man bleedin' from his hands

Frowning all the time 'cause he never could find no joy

Everybody thought he was lazy or crazy

Never had a dime or a plan

Just an old soul axe slingin' blues singin' music man

Yeah, that’s right, music man

Tellin' tall tales of ridin' the rails

Just broke as a joke with a beat up old guitar to play

See he’d sit outside of the old drug store

Playin' songs full of pain and beggin' for a little spare change

Everybody thought he was lazy or crazy

Never had a dime or a plan

Just an old soul axe slingin' blues singin' music man

Yeah yeah, music man

Church folk said he made a deal with the devil

And his chickens had all come home

That’s why he didn’t have a pot to piss in

No woman no friends and he spent his life alone

Oh, spent his life alone

Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy

Never had a dime or a plan

Jammin' all night by the Street corner light

Just doin' the best he can

Just an old soul axe slingin' blues singin' music man

Oh yeah, just a music man, alright

Some music man, doin' the best he can

Music man