Standing on the Corner, holding up a sign
They act like they can't see me, they won't look me in the eye
I'm out here every morning, I stand out here all day
I'm just an old man I wish I had a better way
I worked there in that factory, for 37 years
One day they came and shut it down, and said get on out of here
They ran off with our pensions, left us without a cent
So how's a 60-year old man, supposed to pay his rent
Don't know if this is the fire, or just the frying pan
I'm out here on the street s and I'm doing the best I can
It's hard to get a job, when you got no fixed address
A tent out in the woods, is where I get my rest
I can't sleep there in the shelter with those people all around
I feel much safer out here, sleeping on the ground
I shower ever Tuesday at the mission up the street
I wash and iron my clothes there, it's important to look neat
I listen to a sermon and they provide me with a meal
I stay and wash some pots and pans, that's my part of the deal
Don't know if this is the fire, or just the frying pan
I'm out here on the street s and I'm doing the best I can
Sometimes I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do
That's when this little dog shows up, he knows when I'm feeling blue
I don't know where he comes from, or how long he's gonna stay
I just call him Mighty Mouse, cause he always saves the day
My wife has passed, we had no kids, my friends have all moved on
My only pal is this little dog I sometimes throw a bone
I don't worry about tomorrow, or dwell on yesterday
You know it takes about all I got just to make it through today
Don't know if this is the fire, or just the frying pan
I'm out here on the street s and I'm doing the best I can