Lyrics

STREET SAGE

A man on the street looked like he was in need
So I got him a beer and I took a seat
We spoke about regrets and smoked cigarettes in the shade
The years go by, they accumulate
Eventually he said you feel the weight
Of missed opportunities and mistakes you made

I got nothing to offer but the wisdom that comes with age
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage

Old patters in life, grooves crudely carved
By the sharpened knife of youth living hard
I took it all back then with a grain of salt and tequila
Chasing the dollar, trying to stay out of jail
Hauling water with a hole in my pail
Adversity makes you strong, if it don't kill ya

I got nothing to offer but the wisdom that comes with age
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage
I got nothing to offer, a handout is my wage
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage

People turned their heads as they passed us by
He said I'm used to it, it used to make me cry
But we're all the same, we're all born to die
The homeless man,he was starting to fade
Ate the burger I bought like the finest filet
Laid down on his concrete bed and waved goodbye

I got nothing to offer but the wisdom that comes with age
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage
I got nothing to offer, a handout is my wage
I'm just a country road scholar, a philosopher, a city street sage