Mr. Walker Lyrics

the old man is out by nine
his wife died a year ago
always wearing his sunday clothes
never seen him talk to anyone
liquor stores and churches
there's one on every corner
thanks for all my daily bread
a can of food, bottle of wine, and a 99 cent pack of cigarettes
he's a solid piece of stone
he aint got much backbone
he's a solid piece of stone
and he's got to get back to the ghetto
a dusty old bone
for the dogs to swallow whole
he likes to go his way alone
watch them pick apart this old lone soul
he's a solid piece of stone
he aint got much backbone
he's a solid piece of stone
and he's got to get back to the ghetto
so it goes, he's alone, they pick apart his old lone soul [x2]
so it goes, he's alone, my life, my hole
he's a solid piece of stone
he aint got much backbone
he's a solid piece of stone
and he's got to get back to the ghetto
he's a solid piece of stone
and he's got to get back to the ghetto