He had a cup on the end of his guitar
And a dog laying dead at his feet
If you took a pencil and left him no nickel
The old dog would show you his teeth
Though he couldn't see you
He'd tell you good morning
And he'd call you by name
And if you had a crowd or only one person
You could hear him sing
There's a star-spangled banner waving somewhere
And he might even sing you a little of Goodnight Irene (Irene, good night)
He never mentions the woman he still loves and the kids that have all moved away
He would just smile and say, "Thank you, have a good day"
Sitting here thinking, I don't quite remember
How many years he's been gone
But it seems like the winter of '72
Took the old man home
But I can still see him and that old gray dog
On the corner of 4th Street and Main
And once in a while, when the wind was just right
I could still hear him sing
There's a star-spangled banner waving somewhere
And he might even sing you a little of "Goodnight Irene"
He never mentions the woman he still loves and the kids that have all moved away
He would just smile and say, "Thank you, have a good day"
There's a star-spangled banner waving somewhere
And he might even sing you a little of "Goodnight Irene" (Irene, good night)...
