Three and a Half Letters

I'm 37 years old

Married to my childhood sweetheart

Two beautiful girls, two and a half and four

Worked nine years at the plant where my father worked

And his father before him

I have a B.A. but laid off seven months ago

It's been hard tough so many others

But I still believe

Can you help, brother?

Can you help?

I need a job

I need a job

I'm willing to work

But I need a job

I stand in the street

With a sign in my hand

But I need the work

I need a job, yeah

I just returned from Afghanistan

Spent four years in the military service

I'm 24, strong and I can't find work in my hometown

I'm married with one beautiful son

Seven months old today

Never had a chance to buy a home

Can't afford the apartment we've been living in

Moving in with Debbie's parents, whose home is now in foreclosure

Can you help?

I need a job

I need a job

I'm willing to work

But I need a job

I stand in the street

With a sign in my hand

I'm willing to work

But I need a job

I'm sorry this letter is hand-written but I don't have a computer

I don't have access to one

I'm 51 years old

I lost my wife to breast cancer three years ago

Lost my job of 26 years one year later

I'm homeless with no one to turn to

I've been through a lot, brother

I heard you like to help people

Well, I need help

I need a job

I need a job

I'm willing to work

But I need a job

I stand in the street

With a sign in my hand

I'm willing to work

But I need a job

Got nothin' left

Lost it all

Can I get back to zero

Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero

I need a job

Yeah, I need a job

I need a job

And the last letter said:

I'm nine years old and homeless.

Fuck!