From the recording Telling Tales
Lyrics
Once you shouted,” Mister, could you maybe spare a dime?”
I said,” If you’ll remember me when we meet another time.”
Many years have gone by since you were begging in the rain,
My suit is not as fancy and my haircut is not as plain.
The tables they will turn,
And one day you will learn,
To except a little charity from me.
We have our ups and downs,
Our laughter and our frowns,
A few miracles and a little misery.
You might see me walking,
Down that same old street.
The sight alone might hurt you,
And even make you weep.
Please don’t even worry,
Leave the misery to me.
Go on and live forever,
Careless and free.
Now I’m shouting:” Mister,
Could you maybe spare a dime?”
I can see it on your behavior,
That you met me in my prime.
I don’t want your pity,
Just a little respect.
You never know when life spits you out,
And you’ll have to do this act.