The Man Without a Care

歌詞

One coat and one hat One small blanket and one small mat A little fish of flesh and fat A tiny fire to cook him at and these alone That's all the traveler keeps Between the stars and moon And the clay on which he sleeps You thumb 'em west and you wave 'em east The road to hell is good and greased For the con man or the parish priest Who talk the most and say the least Or the politician sitting there With a beer gut and receding hair Or the guitar man without a care There's experts living everywhere Still you're alone I laid an aster on the headstone Of Tomas O'Crohan Where the heather and the nettles grow Down in the sod, that's where we go Just one short song with no refrains Of work and kids and phones and planes And love and hate and whips and chains Our flesh will fail but the land remains Alone Now you thumb them east and you wave them west You've itchy feet and a pounding chest To cross the land you love the best (O, a weary man that cannot rest!) But there's folks out there you're bound to meet In the sugar cane and the winter wheat From the ghettos to the golden streets A helping hand is hard to beat When you're alone