I'm That Man
On a cold cold
November's Night
Was a young man
Under the light
Didn't have no money
Didn't have no food
Just a brown paper bag
Once filled with booze
Came the warm warm
Rains of July
Still the young man
Laid on his side
Waiting for someone
To open their heart
To show him the way
To make a new start
I'm that Man
I'm that man
Who you behold
Down on the ground
In Times of sorrow
When we all ask why
Do we look down
And then pass on by?
I didn't ask for money
I didn't want your food
But who was my neighbor
Through this solitude?
I'm that Man
I'm that man
Who you behold
Down on the ground
