Subject: Lyr Add: ROOM HERE FOR ANOTHER (John McCutcheon)
From:
Jim Dixon
Date: 23 May 20 - 09:49 AM
ROOM HERE FOR ANOTHER
Words and music by John McCutcheon
As recorded by John McCutcheon on "What It's Like" (1990)
There's room here for another if you got no place.
Come here into the light so I can see your face.
The cops leave us alone here back of Murphy's Body Shop,
And when the weather gets this bad, the old man leaves one car unlocked.
Oh, they really gave you quite a cut; here, this should wipe it clean.
These days, you know, it seems as though the whole damn world's gone mean,
And I know this ain't the Hilton, but the back seat here is free,
And I can see just where you've been, my friend, and you're safe in here with me.
Oh, my name is William Sanders, though my friends all call me "Bo."
I was born right here in Gary thirty-seven years ago
When this town was filled with smoke and jobs as far as I could see,
And the future shone as bright as new-made steel for guys like me.
And then things went bad so quick; remember back in '81?
And, like fools, we all believed when they said better times would come.
Now, like the guys who'd hit me up for quarters when we'd meet,
I scrounge for scraps of human kindness out here on the street.
Oh, there's Lila at the Bon Ton; she's good for coffee anytime,
And the Lighthouse Mission's warm and dry, but you have to talk their line,
And there's a faucet down at the Chevron that they don't turn off at night.
If the weather and the luck just turn we might make out alright.
You know, I've got two girls myself, they're with my wife somewhere out west.
If I just knew they're OK, it sure would put my mind at rest,
And some days I'll spend down at the park just to watch the families come
To remind myself I'm someone's Dad, not just some goddamn bum.
'Cause this sure ain't what I asked for; no, it sure ain't what I planned.
I ain't lookin' for no handout, but I sure could use a hand,
And those who have and those who don't might be as one at last,
For the climb, you know, is long and slow but the fall comes hard and fast.
So there's room for another if you got no place.
Come here into the light so I can see your face.
The cops leave us alone here back of Murphy's Body Shop,
And when the weather gets this bad the old man leaves one car unlocked.
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