OLD HARRY JONES
(Billy Lambeth)

I met an old man on the streets today
He walked up to me and he asked me sir,
Can you spare some change
And so I reached into my pocket and I gave him my last dollar
Then he held out his hand and said
Thank you sir, I'm Harry Jones
And I'm more than just a bum
A victim of society
Once I used to be a millionaire yes
And I said, whatever happened to you
To make you live this way
He said, you can't judge a man son by the clothes he wears
Or the money that he makes

He said you gotta fight for your life
Cause it's a crazy mixed up world
Oo, don't let it drive you mad
Oo It can drive you out of your head
Fight for your life
Don't wanna be last in line
Oo well I, I don't wanna live in a world
In a world without love
That's what he told me

We must've sat there for hours by the railroad tracks
He was telling me the story about the life he'd had
Of old Harry Jones
And he said Son I was never one to cry in my beer
But this old world is getting more and more screwed up everyday
But then, one day I met Jesus
I was laying down in my penthouse suite
20 miles east of the San Francisco bay
And he told me to lay down all my worldly possessions
Because a fortune awaits you in heaven
So I took everything that I had in this world and I just gave it all away

Fight for your life
Cause it's a crazy mixed up world
Oo, don't let it drive you mad
Oo It can drive you out of your head
Fight for your life
Don't wanna be last in line
Oo well I, I don't wanna live in a world
A world without love

Fight for your life
Cause it's a crazy mixed up world
Oo, don't let it drive you mad
Oo It can drive you out of your head
Fight for your life
Don't wanna be last in line
Oo well I, I just cant live in a world
In a world without love

Poor Old Harry Jones died one day
Every once in awhile I'll stop by and I'll pay
Respect to my old friend
If only there were more folks like Harry in the world
It would be a better place to live
Lord I sure miss old Harry Jones
Cause he was more than just a bum
Lord I knew Harry well
I used to love to hear the stories he would tell me
And sometimes I walk down by them lonesome railroad tracks
And I swear I'll see him there all alone
He was the kindest man that I have ever known
So if you see an old bum walkin down the streets
And your opinion takes you only as far as your eyes can see
Then you have never know a man like Harry Jones
Poor old Harry Jones a man I knew
Poor old Harry Jones, Oh...
Harry Jones, he was a man I knew
Harry Jones
Just a man I knew