When I was a young boy I would sit at the table and think
Talking to my dad while we would have a drink
He asked one time what would I like to do
As I thought I would like to be in your shoe
Be able to do what I wanted each day
And get that large check to be able to play
Then the years passed as I got my first job
As I work for a boss that was an awful snob
I got the job of cleaning up the mess
That the pressman did on that large press
The owner ask me what would make me happy
To get out of this job that was so crappy
He laughs at me and said you always start at the bottom
But I didn’t think that it would be so rotten
There was a man that stood out by the back door
As he looks homeless as he said to me I’m am so poor
So I placed a few bucks in his hand
And by the look of his eyes it made him feel so grand
I hear the boss yelling at him to get out of this place
As I watch him run like he was in a long race
I always think of that homeless man
That day I gave him some money and shook his hand