The Birth of A Drifter

from by Joey Alpha

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lyrics

Another story coming straight from the drifter,
Never told anyone not even a whisper.
Down and out the dirt was thicker than his whiskers,
The more the sun burned the crispier his blisters.
He walked around without a place to be in mind,
If you’ve ever walked the streets than I know you’ve seen his kind.
Were you kind? Or did you pass him by?
That’s another story well at least I hope you tried.

He walks and he walks and he never moves a step,
He talks and he talks but he never speaks a breath.
He walks and he walks and he never goes away,
He talks and he talks but he has nothing to say.

Anyway this drifter found himself a road dog,
He’s twice his age from his looks he’s rode the road hard.
His violent rage, don’t be shook he’s trying to show off,
Despite his ways I know we’re straight because we’re both lost.
Sleeping in parks instead of creeping with the sharks
After dark is when they make their move, so its time to start.
They think they’re smart, but nothing is their part,
As they walk alone at night they will both be torn apart.

He walks and he walks and he never moves a step,
He talks and he talks but he never speaks a breath.
He walks and he walks and he never goes away,
He talks and he talks but he has nothing to say.

Around the corner there he was, another devil with a gun,
His road dog disappeared; he had nowhere to run,
He had nothing to give, but the blood from his veins
As they withdrew it from all the cuts they made in his face,
They left him as waste and they rest them just turned away.
He got to his feet, still sick from defeat,
He noticed that his road dog had been watching from across the street.
He paid him no mind, he was not his kind, Mankind what a joke
Mankind what a joke I think I’ll leave them all behind.
Stumbled around getting weaker in his knees
Moving closer to the Red Cross on the building that he sees
It’s the hospital that he needs, So he uses what strength he has
To make it and be seen
But the security guard stops him in his tracks,
You can’t come in here when you look like that

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from Tales From A Drifter, released November 8, 2016

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