OLD MAN MCGRAW

His roof's the sky that's above him
Don't want four walls to keep him safe
Lost everything he ever had
Now his face is lined and worn
But he's skipping through the puddles
Whilst we shelter from the storm

Old Man McGraw's on his way down
He's blind and penniless
But rich inside
Wanders alone with his memories
Smiling slightlessly at the sky

He fought hard to make a living
He walked some long and lonely trails
He liked to drink and gamble
And screw around in the good old days
Now he's sitting in the gutter
With a grin upon his face

Old Man McGraw's on his way down
He's blind and penniless
But rich inside
Wanders alone with his memories
Smiling slightlessly at the sky

Lyrics © 2006 Teddy Hesper