Lyrics

BEGGARS & POETS
Words and Music by Michael J. Hamilton

VERSE 1
THREE A.M. AND I'M HEADED FOR BED
DOWN THAT DARK ALLEY TO THE BUILDING AHEAD
IT'S A BURNED OUT OLD TENAMENT BEEN CONDEMED FOR 10 YEARS
WELL I'VE LIVED THERE FOR 5 AND I STILL HOLD IT DEAR
AND THE BEGGARS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN A REAL NICE HOME
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE BEGGARS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 2
ELEVEN A.M. AND I'M FEELING OF SORTS
THE MUSCATEL I HAD FOR BREAKFAST WELL IT LEFT MY BREATH SHORT
AND I'LL WASH YOUR WINDOWS FOR A NICKLE OR A DIME
THEN I'LL HUSTLE DOWN TO THE LIQUOR STORE AND BUY ME SOME MORE WINE
AND THE WINOS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN HAVING GOOD VINO
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE WINOS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 3
JOHN WAS A POOR MAN MOST ALL HIS LIFE
HE WORKED 60 HOURS A WEEK TO SUPPORT HIM HIS WIFE
AND HIS KIDS THEY ALL SPEND IT JUST AS FAST AS IT COMES
HELL IF JOHN DIDN'T WORK WE MIGHT CALL JOHN A BUM
AND THE POOR MAN AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN WALLET FULL OF DOUGH
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE POOR MAN AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 4
SAM WAS A RICH MAN MOST ALL HIS LIFE
HE HAD A ROLLS ROYCE FOR HIMSELF AND A MERCEDES FOR HIS WIFE
AND HIS KIDS THEY DON'T KNOW HIM AND IT'S SUCH A SHAME
HE GETS SO DOG GONE LONELY HE CAN'T REMEMBER HIS NAME
AND THE RICH MAN AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN POT FULL OF GOLD
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE RICH MAN AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 5
THIRD TUESDAY OF THIS HERE MONTH
AIN'T HAD A FIX IN THREE DAY AND I'M FEELING THE PUNCH
MY CONNECTION GOT BUSTED MY NEEDLE GOT RUSTED
AND I'D TRADE YOU MY SOUL FOR A NICKLE BAG OF SOME JUNK
AND THE JUNKIES AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN AN ARM FULL OF HOLES
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE JUNKIES AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 6
SEVEN YEARS THAT I'VE SPENT IN THIS HELL
PACING EACH DAY ROUND THIS 8 X 10 CELL
IF I KNEW THIS HERE LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN THIS HERE BAD
I WOULD'VE LET THAT WOMAN LIVE THE ONLY LIFE SHE'S EVER HAD
AND THE PRISONERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN A LOT OF OPEN DOORS
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE PRISONERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 7
THEN THERE'S THE LOVER HE'S BEEN THROUGH IT ALL
HE'S GIVEN HIS HEART NOW HE'S TAKING THE FALL
HE'S WONDERING AFTER HE'S GIVEN HIS ALL
HOW HE'D WIND UP OUT HERE WITH HIS BAGS IN THE HALL
AND THE LOVERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN WOMAN TO HOLD
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE LOVERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW

VERSE 8
THEN THERE'S THIS SINGER HE'LL SING YOU THIS SONG
AND JUST LIKE LAST NIGHT HE'LL SING THIS ONE TOO LONG
AND JUST LIKE TONIGHT MUFF THE WORDS TO THIS SONG
AND JUST LIKE TOMORROW A NEW ONE COMES ON
AND THE SINGERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
IT TAKES MORE TO LIVING THAN SINGING YOU SONGS
IT TAKES GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES AND SAD TIMES AND LOVE
YES THE SINGER AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
AND THE LOVERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
AND THE PRISONERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW
AND THE BEGGERS AND THE POETS ALL KNOW