Homeless Guitar

Well, I know how it feels to be ripped from my roots

And tossed into a world unbending.

Not long ago I was bitten by the truth

Some folks spend their whole life pretending.

Now I start each mornin' with the sunlight by my side

Find another highway, hitch another ride

And I use this six-string like an archer wields his bow

I believe when the arrow finds its mark

It pierces the soul.

Three songs for a quarter each time I open my case

Four chords and the voice of a good man fallen from grace

No pity for me mister, I'm proud to be a drifter

A long shot from bein' a star

You know, the times ain't been easy

For me and my Homeless Guitar.

Now I know how it feels to be judged in a glance

Stripped of your pride and your passion.

I only know that the rivers of the soul

Run deeper than birthright or fashion.

I see you look me over, feel the weight of your stare

I'm sendin' you a message but you act like you don't care.

I see a ripple, a crack in your facade

You know, it really don't matter who you think you are

We're the same under God.

I thank the Lord above for the gift He's given me

I'm richer than most men

Got a friend in my six-string

In a world where trust ain't got no guarantee

If you ain't got a penny

Gonna sing you this song for free, yeah.

Oh, I use these six-strings like an archer wields his bow

I believe when the arrow finds its mark

It pierces the soul.

[3rd Chorus]